Freya's pov
Alpha? I repeated. There had to be a mistake somewhere right? How could my orson be the Alpha, that was impossible. I turned to Rosa with a hope that it was a lie, but the look on her face said otherwise.
She couldn't bring herself to look at me. Guilt was written all over her face, and she muttered sorry to me. I pinched myself to be sure this wasn't a crazy nightmare.
I laughed. This was definitely a nightmare, and I'd soon wake up in my bed.
"Alpha," The stripper pleaded, his head pressed to the floor. "I had no idea she was yours. If I had known I wouldn't have touched her not to talk or look at her." He begged.
"Orson," I slowly descended from the stairs, walking toward him. "What is going on?" He tried to touch me but I backed away.
"Freya, just listen
