Alpha Bladen's POV
I woke to silence.
Not the peaceful kind.
The heavy kind—the kid that sits on your chest before you even open your eyes, as if your body already knows something your mind hasn’t caught up to yet.
For a long moment, I stayed still.
Breathing.
Listening.
My body felt wrong.
Heavy. Weak. Like every bone had been taken apart and put back in the wrong places. Even lifting my hand felt like a decision I had to think about first.
I frowned and forced my eyes opened.
The ceiling above me looked familiar.
Mine.
But something about the room felt strange.
I stared for a second longer, trying to make sense of it through the fog in my head.
Then I realized.
The room was upside down.
Well—not literally.
But close enough.
The chair near the table had been knocked over
