Rebecca
Everything is terrible, and my heart won't stop pounding. Why can't things ever just go well without drama?
I'm beginning to think I'm cursed...
"I don't like this battle..." I press my head further into William's chest, unwilling to let him go and fight his goddamn dads. "Why can't you just stay here with me instead?"
My arms wrap tighter around him, and I inhale his scent like he is the last good-smelling man on the face of the earth. It feels too good to strangle his tapered waist and hold on to him.
He fits perfectly in my arms, this enormous behemoth of an alpha. I'm going to continue hugging him...
"Rebecca..." William laughs. "You're squeezing me..."
I mutter into his t-shirt. "I haven't had my daily quota of hugs yet... I'm still charging up on loves..."
"You're cut
