“Yeah?” I call out as I get to my feet, and barely avoid thumping my head on a beam. Sometimes I’m so tired that I can crack my head three times before I make it to the bed, yet barely feel the impact.
“The alpha wants you,” a male voice responds.
I do a mental run-through of the day as I try to figure out what I could’ve said or done to deserve punishment. When nothing comes to mind, it only increases my wariness.
“I’ll be down in—”
“Now. I’m taking you.”
I stare at the door because this isn’t a good sign. The last thing I want is to be anywhere near Nolan at night because I have a feeling the place I’m going to end up is Nolan’s bedroom.
As the seconds turn to minutes, I struggle to think up excuses to get myself out of this. I come up with exactly zero.
“Are you coming?” the male
