Morgana’s POV
“It’s occupied!” I cry out, eager for whoever it is to f**k off and leave me alone. But nothing prepares me for their response.
“This is the men’s room!” A disgruntled voice barks from the outside.
Okay. Let the ground open and crush me!
With my face bright red with fresh embarrassment, I open the door, keeping my eyes on the floor. “Sorry…I didn’t read the sign properly.”
“Wait,” a strong grip settles on my nape, freezing me in place. “Your alpha’s whiskey girl.”
I freeze, looking up at the man. He’s tall, with long blond hair tied into a braid and honey brown eyes. He’s dressed in a leather jacket, a gold chain with a pendant in the shape of the symbol of the Dark Brotherhood hanging from his neck.
“I um…yeah I guess you could say that.” I say with a nervous chuc
