93 Morning After I

Yuliang inhaled the spicy scent of cinnamon and the natural musk of an alpha Lycan deeply, and tightened his hold of the warm body beside him, burying his face into firm pectorals.

Awareness and sobriety gradually seeped into his consciousness and Yuliang pulled back from the warm body to take account of this unfamiliar situation with a reluctant sigh.

The memories of the night were a bit of a blur with how intoxicated he had been, but Yuliang remembered enough to know that he had been the catalyst of this situation.

Biting back a groan of embarrassment, cautious of waking the man beside him, Yuliang slowly pulled away from the firm grip on his body. Ignoring every cell in his body that demanded him to stay.

Fucking hell.

Meeting an Imprint, a biologically compatible match, at a bar, was the last thing he had expected to happen.

Fuck his life.