I had a bad feeling long before the door even opened.
The whole building carried it like the walls themselves had soaked in blood and were now trying to whisper warnings into my ear. Even through the silence, I could feel it: Alpha Zach was back.
And from the sounds I'd caught drifting through the halls earlier shouting, boots stomping, warriors laughing with that too-high kind of laughter that only comes after violence I knew it hadn't been a simple "hunt." It had been one of his missions. The kind where he left in a mood, came back covered in someone else's life, and then decided to make me his bedtime story. So I did the smartest thing I could think of, I pretended to be asleep.
When the door open. I heard the sound of heavy boots thudded inside. Not just one pair, several. The warriors.
I was asleep. Deeply asleep. A little helpless omega who knew nothing of the world. That was the role.
"Leave," Alpha Zach's voice rumbled, sharp and deep enough to scrape my spine.
