Yara
I’m still so exhausted that I can barely open my eyes when there’s a knock at the door.
“Excuse me, Alpha. Could I speak with you, please?” A voice that sounds vaguely familiar asks. Why didn’t they just mind link him?
I feel warm lips press against my head. “Just a moment, Franklin,” Warren says, his voice raspy and sounding just as exhausted as I feel.
Franklin? Who’s….Then it all comes rushing back to me. We must still be in Alpha Harold’s pack. I open my eyes and see that we’re in a room that is unfamiliar to me.
I push myself out of bed, realizing that Warren must have put me in one of his shirts, and I make my way to the door. Just as I reach it, I hear Warren growl.
“Warren?” I ask, opening the door.
He turns, pulling me against him. “Simon and Quinton are here.”
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