The morning after the kiss was awkward.
Painfully awkward.
Damon avoided her.
Again.
Not that Serah was surprised.
The Alpha seemed to have two solutions to every problem.
Growl at it.
Or run from it.
At the moment, he was choosing option two.
Which was ironic.
Because Serah had finally decided she was done running.
She stood on the balcony outside her room watching the sunrise paint the sky gold and orange.
For years, her life had followed the same pattern.
Run.
Hide.
Start over.
Run again.
Every town.
Every apartment.
Every job.
The cycle never ended.
And where had it gotten her?
Nowhere.
The rogues still found her.
The danger still followed her.
The fear never disappeared.
For the first time, she understood something important.
Running wasn’t protecting her an
