When I woke up in the morning, the room was quiet. I rubbed my eyes and looked around, confused at first. The bed beside me was empty. Alpha Zack was gone. For a moment I just sat there, frozen, my heart racing. I had gotten so used to his heavy presence that the silence felt strange, wrong. But then I noticed something else that made me stop breathing.
I wasn't lying on the cold sheet anymore. A blanket covered me, tucked around my shoulders. I blinked and touched it slowly, almost afraid. He had covered me before leaving.
The crazy psycho who frightened me every single day. The man everyone whispered about as if he were not entirely sane. He had stopped, looked at me sleeping, and placed a blanket over me. This is a miracle. I clutched the fabric tighter against my chest. It smelled faintly of him sharp pine, woodsmoke, and something darker I could never name. The scent made my stomach twist with nerves. Could he really be this gentle? Even for a moment?
