The Mating Season of Monsters

I turned over onto my side and sleepily opened my eyes—I bumped into a white pillow. Strange… the alarm should have already gone off. Wait, stop!

My eyes flew wide open. I have blue bed linen and it’s absolutely not silk! Sitting up sharply, I barely managed to grab the blanket before it could expose my chest.

Turning my head, I saw a sleeping young dark-haired man with a sharpened chin and strong, chiseled facial features.

It was Dmitry Doran!

One second was all it took for me to realize what was happening, and then I screamed and yelled, "Help!"—and hurled myself out of bed, rushing to the bedroom door. Locked!

I turned around and realized I had woken the man—and at the same time dragged the blanket off the bed. And now an angry demon was looking at me standing in the buff, glaring with blazing eyes. His irises were burning blue.

— Who are you and what are you doing in my house?!