The Alpha's a b***h, Book One, Chapter 9
STEPHANIE WAS FULLY dressed now in an over sized night shirt, blue jeans and a pair of tennis shoes as she entered her bedroom. She was in awe the moment she flicked the bedroom light switch, stood at the door and examined the destruction with a gaping mouth. Her room appeared as if a hurricane had swept through and destroyed a great majority of her belongings, infused with a blood-drenched battle.
The five drawer wood dresser had been completely demolished; her clothes from within were severely blood stained and were no longer useful. The mattress was leaning partially off the bed. The glass from a portrait of her with a K-9 dog she’d nursed back to life from a gunshot wound was now on the floor beside her walk-in closet; the doors of her closet
