The Alpha's a b***h, Book Two, Chapter 5
HOURS PASS BEFORE FROST has the thought to check the gas level again. With a sharp sucking of his teeth and a tantrum finger-tapping of the steering column, his eyes sink and his lips stretch once he spots a rundown motel in the middle of nowhere; two deer shoots out from behind it and darts off into the light wooded area just off the interstate. After another long and crazy night, he wastes no time hitting the right blinker, and steering off the road, right into the motel’s parking lot.
“Great,” Stephanie says, yawning. “Now I can finally stretch out and get a real good night’s... I mean, days rest. And maybe even get back to my dream from before.”
“Yeah,” Frost adds. “And I can finally get cleaned up,” he says, taking a whiff of his own musk as
