Aria's POV
The first rays of morning light filtered into the room, waking me from a restless sleep. I turned my head to find Alpha Logan sprawled beside me, snoring loudly. His mouth hung open, and drool pooled on the pillow. The smell of stale alcohol and sweat clung to him, making my stomach churn. His clothes, still partially on from the night before, were wrinkled and stained.
"Ugh!" I wrinkled my nose, carefully slipping out of bed to avoid waking him. My mind was still troubled by the events of the previous day, and I knew I had to read the letter. I retrieved it from under my pillow and retreated to a corner of the room.
With trembling hands, I opened the letter and began to read softly:
"Aria,
I had to cover for you during the meeting because I could sense you were a sheep ami
