Bully Me, Alpha
She tiptoed to the fridge, opened it, and began stuffing small blocks of cold ice into her romper, pressing them against her stomach and chest.
The sounds of footsteps caught her ears, and she ducked behind the middle counter. Mrs. Darlington peeped into the kitchen, flicked on the lights, and glanced around the kitchen with a frown.
A soft yawn left her lips as she turned the lights back off and walked out of the kitchen. Amber let out a shaky breath in relief and sprinted back to her room, ice crunching under her clothes. She dumped the blocks under the duvet, letting them fall into the spot where she planned to sleep.