I woke up with that feeling again the one I'd started calling prisoner's intuition. You know when you're so used to being trapped that your body just knows when today might be the day you finally break free? That was me. I sat up slowly, blinking into the dimly lit room, and the first thing I saw was him.
Alpha Zach. The psycho who has refused to give me a moment of privacy. even though I have shouted a thousand times that I wasn't his, that this was insane, that omegas had rights too though apparently, none of that mattered when the Alpha in question was half feral and had the strength to rip a man's head clean off his body. I had unfortunately seen that firsthand, and trust me, it was not the kind of live performance anyone wants burned into their memory forever. He was sitting in a chair right beside my bed. His head tilted slightly back, one arm crossed over his chest, the other dangling lazily at his side. He looked peaceful.
