The Alpha's Fated Swap
I crawled under the covers on my side, careful not to wake him.
Sleep didn’t come easily that night; I spent a long time staring at the ceiling, my mind whirling relentlessly. When I did finally drift off, I dreamed about Zoe and Ella pulling each other’s hair, tears streaming down their cheeks. I dreamed about Zoe being carried away from me over Alaric’s shoulder, her little hands reaching for me.
And most of all, I dreamed about a cruel woman holding a whip in her hands, her stern eyes scrutinizing my every move as I tried to push a boulder up a never ending hill.