MARGARET
When I opened my eyes, the morning light was already shining through the windows. I blinked a few times and sat up in bed. My whole body was sore. My arms, legs, neck, and even my back felt like I had been crushed. I pulled the covers up and looked around the huge room.
I was alone.
The bed was messy, the pillows were all over the place, and there were kiss marks and red spots on my skin. My hair was tangled, and the room still smelled like them—Zayn, Jerry, and Leonard.
But they weren’t here.
I frowned.
“Where are they?” I whispered to myself.
I got out of bed slowly, wrapping the blanket around my body. My knees wobbled when I stood. Last night had been wild. The three alphas were rough, all over me, again and again. They didn’t hold back.
But now, I didn’t feel speci
