Storm
Once we were inside, Alpha Doyle led me upstairs.
And by upstairs, I mean upstairs.
The house was enormous, but apparently, I hadn’t seen anything yet. Connor explained that the entire third floor was his private level, away from the rest of the household.
I followed him, feeling increasingly self-conscious as water dripped from my clothes and hair.
I was soaked.
Completely and utterly soaked.
Every step I took left a trail of water behind me, and I silently prayed no one was going to make me clean it up.
When we finally reached his bedroom, I stepped through the doorway and stopped.
Holy s**t.
The room was enormous.
It had to be at least three times the size of my bedroom back in Texas.
Black, floor-length curtains covered an entire wall, giving the room a dark, almost i
