16 - Secret Weapon

~Gemma~

Sounds of my own screaming tore me from sleep. My heart thudded in my chest. I tasted the taint of the wicked witch and her twisted alpha. Shit! Weeks later I still woke with night terrors. My tank top was drenched with sweat and clung to my body. Gross. I rolled over to look at the alarm clock and groaned. Usually if I was up at three am, it was because I never went to bed.

Fat Kitty cuddled me, giving me his own special flavor of love. I wished it was enough. Love never saved me from a damn thing. Sorry if that hard truth made me out to be a heartless hag. Sleep evaded me, refused to entertain my pleas for a comeback. I tried. I tried so hard. Some days were rougher than others.

“Gems? Do you need me?” Alpha Devlin’s voice cut through the misery that was my life. His sleepy voice carried through the distance. Of course he never had trouble with sleep. And most unforgivable, he was a morning person. “Gemma? I know you're awake. Stop avoiding me.”

I gritted my teeth. Ever