Page 9 of Wicked Alphas


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And when I finally let my guard down, tears fall again, this time turning into full-body sobs.

I curl into a ball on the tile and bite my fist to quiet my cries.

I don’t know who else is staying in theInn—and the last thing I want is the Alpha or receptionist to hear me.

When I’m finally done crying, I sit under the spray and take deep, cleansing breaths.

But questions race through my mind, and I can’t stop the worry that plagues me.

Where do I go after this?

I blew most of my money—and I can’t go back tohim.Not after what happened.

My parents are gone.

I have no family.

No one to turn to.

All I have is my car, some clothes, toiletries, and my wallet.

It could be worse, I suppose.

Maybe I could stay at a shelter.

I’m sure there are resources inAurora.

Along with exploring the town, I’ll make a plan.

I can do this.

When I step out of the shower, wrapped in the fluffiest towel I’ve ever felt, Wilson is passed out on the top of the duvet, baring his fluffy belly to me.

He’s too cute for his own good, and it’s what prevents me from opening the door and shuffling him out of my room.

Hesitantly, I reach out and pet his head, my fingers dancing over the soft fur.

A rumble sounds in his chest, but he keeps his eyes closed as my finger drifts over the bridge of his black nose.

I wait for the telltale signs of allergies, but none come.

What if I’m not really allergic?

What if helied?

A sneaking suspicion racks my brain.

Ifhelied about this, what else couldhehave lied about?

Wilson’s green eyes open and he rolls onto his side, his head nuzzling into my hand.

None of that matters anymore.

I’m done withhim.

When I’m dressed in my sleep shorts and top, I lift the covers and crawl into bed, a sigh of relief escaping my lips.

It’s as if I’m lying on a cloud. The pillows caress my head perfectly and the sheets and comforters cocoon me.

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