He woke himself up screaming, because in his dream he’d bonded with Roger, who was then stripping to claim him.
“David.” The voice didn’t belong to Roger, and he listened for more as a soft light came on. “It was just a dream, sweetheart.”
Only one person called him sweetheart and that was Jake. He turned over, letting his alpha pull him into an embrace. His real and wonderful alpha who was not Roger. “It felt real,” he said into Jake’s shoulder.
“Yeah. Nightmares can be like that.”
“The police,” he swallowed hard, “they had no idea, Jake. Of course they looked into everyone who’d asked to be considered for me, but Roger still went into work every day and nobody suspected. How does that even happen? If you hadn’t been there when you were, I’d have ended up bonding with him. And then he
