Georgory's Pov
I woke up on the cold floor, my head pounding from the hangover. The headache that had been crushing me last night had finally started to fade, but my body still felt heavy.
Without thinking, I stood up, still naked, and walked into the room.
There she was—Miranda. Standing in the middle of my mess.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, not even bothering to notice my state of undress. She jumped like she’d been caught in the middle of something.
Her eyes went wide, and her face turned a pale shade of red.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Alpha!” she stammered, turning her back to me immediately. “I didn’t know you were here.
I thought you were out. I was just... you know... arranging your things. The room was scattered, so I thought—”
“I never asked for your help,” I cut
