I woke up to warmth. Not the usual kind that seeps from sunlight or firelight, but the strange, unnerving warmth of breath ghosting near my ear. For a moment, I didn't move. I just lay there, half tangled in the thin blanket I had spread across the cold marble floor last night, my body stiff as realization crawled slowly through me like ice.
Something or someone was beside me.
My eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep and dread, and my heart stopped. Alpha Zach lay on the floor next to me. His broad shoulders rose and fell with slow, measured breaths. His silver eyes were closed, but even in sleep, his presence dominated the room.
The psycho Alpha the same man whose voice haunted my every waking thought was lying right there, inches away from me.
