Part 45

Even in my dreams, I was haunted by my mates, their rough, husky voices whispering dirty things in my ear. Two pairs of hands roamed around my body, caging me in between the hot press of their bodies. My head was thrown back as they teased, tracing down my throat, chest, stomach, down to where I was mostly aching for it.

I woke up panting, my hair damp with sweat and fingers trembling while curled into the sheets. Raising my head, I noticed that the clock on the wall read nine, the vision so blurry that it felt like I was hallucinating. I struggled to find a way off the bed, every part of me screaming to stay where it was safest—in the bed, surrounded by the Alpha's scent.

“You are awake?” A familiar voice asked, startling me. Reed stood in a robe draped around, his right side pressed against the bathroom door. “I was just about to take a shower.”

I made a sound.

“Rowan is in the kitchen.”

I hummed, my hands shaking as the Alpha handed me a glass of water. Shakily I accepted and gree