It was the best way to dodge him while my leg healed—after all, I could hardly run from a determined alpha in this state.
"Fine," I agreed, my voice flat but relieved.
I grabbed a few clothes from my place—enough to last a couple days—and Alpha Gideon wheeled me back to the penthouse.
Frank was already asleep, snoring softly in his guest room, the scent of cinnamon rolls still lingering in the air from his late-night baking.
Alpha Gideon showed me to the guest room, its walls a soft cream, the bed piled high with silk pillows.
"It's late. Rest up."
With that, he left, his footsteps fading down the hall.
I lay in the unfamiliar bed, feeling like I'd stepped into a fever dream.
Not only had I scored a home-cooked meal, but now I was crashing at Alpha Gideon's penthouse?
A space that
