The vampire's curvy body would stretch as she woke up, a quiet moan exits her throat as she feels a headache clouding her thoughts.

It doesn't take her long to realize she's not alone. And she's not in her own bed either. Aliza looks to her side to see a werewolf, someone she should hate, sleeping like a brick next to her.

Another thing she notices? You're both naked, and everything comes flooding back. Alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Dancing. Flirting. More. Alcohol. Then, it's a blur.