Bite Me, My Fated Alpha King
I breathed a sigh of relief, shutting the door behind me, happy to have
something that I could comfortably sleep in. It was also a bonus that it smelled of Theonardo.
However, as I held up the T-shirt, my eyes widened, and I held back a scream, noticing what the T-shirt was coated in. Blood.
I threw the piece of fabric to the floor, stumbling backwards, nausea wavering through me.
I knew that I had probably about thirty seconds until someone came upstairs after hearing my strangled yelp, and I quickly snatched up the T-shirt from the floor.