KARLA
"What the f**k?!" someone exclaimed in my dreams, jolting me from sleep. I shifted restlessly, rolling onto my side, struggling to shake off the lingering fog of sleep, as the voice persisted, its vulgarity slicing through the quiet of the room. "How the f**k did this happen? Hey, you, get the f**k out of my bed!"
My eyes fluttered open, dispelling the remnants of sleep. The realization dawned that the voice wasn't a figment of my dreams but a stark, waking reality. And it was a voice I recognized all too well. Looming over me, with a tempest brewing in his eyes, was Alpha Killian, his presence as commanding as it was infuriating.
"Good morning," I greeted, attempting to defuse the tension.
"How did you manage to get in here?" he demanded, brushing aside my greeting.
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