Storm
It was strange to think that only a short time ago, all I had known of Doyle was his reputation.
Ruthless.
Dangerous.
An Alpha who had earned a fearsome reputation as a rogue killer.
Now?
He was my entire world.
The thought should have terrified me.
Instead, as I lay against him, listening to the steady beat of his heart, I couldn’t imagine my life without him.
I was still wrapped in his arms when Doyle eventually carried me over to our bed. He pulled the covers over us and held me close, and despite everything that had happened that day, sleep came easily.
For the first time in years, I slept without fear.
The following morning, I woke before dawn with one thing on my mind.
Food.
I was starving.
I hadn’t eaten since our late brunch the previous day, and judging by the
