“No,” I stumbled backward in disbelief. I had been set up.The man in the bed wasn’t awake. And no, he wasn't sleeping.Tubes ran from his arms to machines. His chest rose and fell slowly, aided by the soft hiss of an oxygen tank beside the bed. He was barely alive.Before I knew it, I was at the door, yanking at the golden handle. “Open the door!” I shouted, banging my fist against it. “Chris! What is this?!”There was no answer.I twisted the knob again. The door was locked.“Open the damn door!” My voice cracked, shaking with confusion, fear, and betrayal. “You can’t just leave me in here with him!”I turned back, pressing myself against the cold wood. My eyes were wide, searching the room again as if it had changed in the last two seconds.The bed was king-sized with dark navy sheets, and surrounded by machines that beeped softly, methodically. The man in it, Alpha King Dorian Vaughn, looked like the opposite of the vibrant figure from the photo. His hair was longer, like he had b
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