Page 10 of Wicked Alphas

When has a bedeverfelt this good?

Reaching over to turn off the lamp, I glance at the door again.

It’s locked.

He won’t find me here.

I’m safe.

And when I lay my head down and Wilson crawls on my chest, I fall asleep before I can push him off me.

2

HARPER

I wake up screaming.

It’s nothing new, but it startles Wilson, who flies off me and scampers into the bathroom.

For a moment, I forget where I am, then the memories come flooding back.

The fight. The drive. TheInn.

And that creepy Alpha.

“Oh, god,” I croak, putting my hand to my forehead.

Did anyone hear me?

Fuck, I hope not.

The Alpha and receptionist already think I’m strange. They don’t need to hear my night terrors.

It’s happened almost every night that I can remember.

The terrifying loneliness with an inherent panic that something is very wrong.

I wake up gasping, my hands clenched into fists.

And every time,hewould be there, soothing away my tears.

Telling me it’s just a dream.

But now I’m free ofhimand left to face my own demons.

Hetold me they started since the accident—that I had never had them before.

But now, I don’t know what to believe.

I glance at the antique clock on the nightstand.

8 AM.

I have another hour before breakfast.

Part of me wants to stay in my room under the covers, just in case I run into that Alpha again, but I know I shouldn’t.

Using all my willpower, I kick off the covers and make my way to the bathroom. Wilson sits on the dark marble counter, blinking up at me expectantly.