Page 50 of Wicked Alphas

Hopefully, the medicine Charlotte gave me will help.

But I really need to stop making a habit of taking whatever pills someone gives me.

Apparently, logic isn’t my strong suit at the moment.

That will need to change.

“This is pointless,” I murmur, even as I continue to follow. “Nothing you say will make me stay longer, Grey.”

The scents of the garden swirl around me, and I want to weep at how beautiful it is at night.

It’s magical.

Briefly, I wonder what would happen if I ran along the path, past the gazebo and greenhouse, and stayed in the woods forever.

Michael wouldn’t find me there.

I shake the fantasy away.

He stays silent as we walk the wooden steps up the gazebo, and he sits next to me as I wince from the headache.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “I shouldn’t have made you walk all that way. Forgive me, I wasn’t thinking.”

“Hopefully the meds help,” I murmur. “Or else I have a really shitty journey ahead.”

The moon is out tonight, bright and brilliant, and it casts an ethereal glow over Grey’s sharp features.

He’s dangerous and breathtaking.

“I have a proposition for you,” he says slowly, his voice low.

I make a face. “Nothing you can say will keep me here.”

“Not even if we offered you a job?”

What?

“Ajob?” I ask incredulously. “What do you mean?”

“Beau needs help with the garden,” he says. “And it’s obvious how much you love it.”

“You want to offer me a job,” I deadpan. “Here.”

A flicker of hope builds in my chest, and a part of me screams with joy.

But his offer doesn’t make sense.

“Yes,” he confirms. “At theAurora Inn.”

“You’re joking,” I say in disbelief.

He frowns and narrows his eyes. “I don’t make a habit of joking, Harper.”

The grumpy Alpha is back.

“That’s obvious,” I mutter, and he raises an eyebrow.

“You may not feel well,” he says. “But your smart mouth can still get you in trouble.”