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.
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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.