Storm
The next morning, I awoke to find Alpha Doyle laying on the other side of the bed. He had his head resting on the pillows he had piled up behind him, and he was just watching me. It was a little unnerving.
As I lay there, everything from the previous day came back to me, and I found myself remembering how miserable I had been feeling the night before, when he had walked out of the room without a word, and my heart ached once again. The feelings I had been feeling at the dinner table suddenly hit me full force once more. I don’t know how long Alpha Doyle had been laying there watching me for, but I felt unnerved and vulnerable under the intensity of his gaze.
Climbing off the bed, I made my way into the adjoining bathroom. Shifting back into my human form, I wrapped a towel around
