Alpha Roan.
It’s six in the damn morning and I haven’t slept.
Ros kept growling all night like he wanted to crawl out of my chest and shred something bloody. Maybe I should’ve let him. The guest room is two floors beneath mine, and somehow, I heard every cursed second of it. My hearing was sharper than I remember. I think it must be a gift-wrapped by the sadistic moon goddess who must always see me suffer.
The creak of the bed. The slap of palm meeting flesh. Her whimpers, rising into shameless moans, then outright screaming like she was being remade with every thrust. Three hours. Three f*****g hours of her voice breaking into a pitch that isn’t pain.
I get up from bed for I can’t lie there anymore. I’m sweating despite the air conditioner blasting below centigrade, sweating like I’
