I tiptoed down the hallway like I was walking across a minefield. Every board creaked like it had a personal vendetta against me. I pressed all my weight to the edges of my toes, arms held out like a tightrope walker, silently begging the universe not to expose me. The psycho Alpha's room was only a few doors down, but every step felt like crossing a continent. My nightdress brushed against my ankles, whispering traitorously, and my stupid hair kept falling in my face. Finally, I reached his door. My heart hammered so hard I thought it might break a rib. This was insane. Utterly insane. What kind of lunatic sneaks into the psycho Alpha's bedroom in the dead of night? Apparently me. I swallowed, wiped my sweaty palms on my dress, and slowly, slowly pushed the door open. It squeaked. I froze. My lungs shut down but everywhere was silent.
I peeked in. The moonlight spilled across the room, silvering the edges of the furniture. And there he was.
The psycho Alpha himself.
