Scent of the Alpha

This time when I wake, I shoot up, looking around, unsure where I am.

“Hey, sleepy-head,” my roommate says. “Did you sleep well?” She’s sitting on her bed, reading one of her school books.

I frown, looking down at myself. I’m completely naked.

“What happened?” I ask.

“What do you remember?” she asks, instantly serious.

What do I remember? I remember….

OH! Oh wow! I remember. I feel my cheeks heat