Chapter 18: Alpha’s Heritage
~ Yates ~
I woke up feeling like someone had used my skull for target practice.
The light filtering through the blinds was too sharp, too aggressive, slicing across my eyes until I had to throw an arm over my face. I was in my bedroom, still tangled in the sheets, but the air felt stale. Gradually, the fog in my brain began to lift, and the jagged pieces of last night started to slot back into place.
I remember the heat of the bonfire. I remember the bitter taste of the whiskey. I remember Jerome practically hauling me into his car while Fanny waved from the porch of her farmhouse, her voice trailing off as she told him to drive safe.
Getting up the stairs had been a battle. Jerome had been shoving me toward the landing while I tried to argue that I was pe
