Alpha's Dirty Little Secret (ADLS Series #1)✔

| Chapter 23 |

I know time had passed me by however I had no idea the actual amount of time that left me. There was no clock to give me the hour. There was no sun light or moon light that was able to pass through the light resistant curtains. There was nothing but the darkness and mental note I had hung up in my head.

What the hell just happened?

I had risen from my slumber but the energy to rise from the bedding was not in me.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I allowed this to happen...again.

Am I that weak?

I had allowed this ruthless, obnoxious, yet sexual demonic creature to please me yet again.

Damn my weak control.

I tensed up when the warm breath of this maniac brushed against the skin of my shoulder, leaving behind risen chill bumps on my flesh. It was strangely comforting. I shifted slightly, questioning the hold of his arm around my waist. Testing my luck, I attempt to remove his arm without waking the beast from his deep slumber.

Escaping the prison of his tight grasp, I stood to feet, glancing over my shoulder to make sure he was still asleep. His eyes still shut; he shifted to his side, pulling the covers over his head.

I smiled. He was sort of...cute.

Clothes splattered around the room, it was almost impossible to see which actually belonged to me in the dark. My fingers slipped through the curtain, spreading the material just wide enough to allow a little light into room. Sun.

The morning glow creeped into the room, splattering rays of light onto the walls and the flooring. Just enough to light my way and keep enough darkness to keep him sound asleep.

Slipping my shorts on and tying up my hair, I was disappointed when I saw the shredded material of my blouse. Just my luck. I picked up my underwear. Peaking at the man that remained under the comforter, I stuffed the soft cotton into the pocket.

I need a shirt.

Tip toeing across the floor, I stumbled into Xavier's vast closet which seemed to be filled with clothing that I knew would not fit my small physique. Sighing lightly, I knew I would have to make do with what I was offered.

"Well this is going to have to work." I whispered in a hush voice as I frowned at the shapeless shirt that draped over my body.

As I made my way to the door, I could only hope that no one was in the halls. How could I explain it? I, the new girl, coming out of the Alpha's corridors with a large shirt and messy hair. The last thing I wanted to do was become another fish in his pond of girls who fell for his distracting charm and wicked attraction.

I touched the door knob, bracing myself for the eyes that may be lingering in the halls. With a turn of my wrist, ignoring the unquiet feeling in my gut, I tugged at the stable door just to notice it did not move. I pulled again. Again, nothing.

"My shirt looks good on you." His voice seemed to vibrate through my bones and up my spine, freezing me dead in my tracks.

I spun around to face him, forcing myself to looking into the eyes of this dangerous yet arousing man. He glared back with a look that I never saw before. A look that, for the first time, did not scream anger or disapproval for me being here.

His eyes shifted from my own and down toward the shirt that he owned. His eye brow raised, his attention fully taken by the hardened nipples that pushed at the white cotton t shirt. I crossed my arms and lowered my head, determined to hide my signs of weakness and the faint blush that kissed my cheeks.