Storm
The first thing I noticed when I woke was that I wasn’t alone.
My eyes fluttered open, and I immediately found Alpha Doyle lying on the opposite side of the bed, his head resting against the pillows he had piled behind him.
Watching me.
For a moment, I simply stared at him.
There was something unnerving about waking to find someone studying you in silence. Especially him.
Especially after yesterday.
The memories came rushing back.
The conversation in the lounge room. The way he had dismissed my concerns—or at least, that was how it had felt to me. The way he and Beta Sean had walked away, leaving me sitting there feeling as though I had somehow done something wrong.
I remembered dinner.
The knot in my stomach.
The food I couldn’t bring myself to eat.
And the overwhelming
