I didn't know when exactly I fell asleep. One moment, I was lying stiff as a board in the psycho Alpha's iron grip, my bladder screaming and my brain muttering insults at him in silence, and the next, morning light was sneaking in through the curtains. For a blissful second, I thought it had all been a nightmare. My arms moved freely. No death grip crushing my ribs. No heavy body pinning me down like a human paperweight. I turned my head, blinking into the emptiness beside me. The Alpha was gone.
I shot upright, gasping.
"Oh my goddess… he evaporated? Did the Moon Goddess finally answer my prayers? Did someone stab him with a silver fork in his sleep?"
I scrambled off the bed like a rabbit escaping a wolf, half-expecting him to pop out of the wardrobe and yell "Gotcha, little omega!"
But no. The room was silent.
