One Night With The Cruel Alpha

Thor

space beside me on the bed was empty and cold, the sheets bearing no trace of Ryker's warmth. I could hear t

f the night's events. On the pristine white sheets, a few small, dark stains marred the perfection. The pro

fabric torn beyond repair. I wrapped it around myself anywa

rk suit, his hair damp and combed back. He was once again the untouchable Alpha King, every trace

broken. "Alpha," I began, my voice ba

small, black velvet pouch. He tossed it onto the bed in front of

o my palm. A single, dried, pathetic-looking leaf. It wasn't a stalk. It was ba

es wide with disbelief. "

with you worth, exactly?" He took a step closer, looming over me, his shadow falling ac

had expected coldness, but not this l

y mind, her rage a searing inferno.

Lashing out at him would be suicide. For Ethan, I had

forward to hide my face. "Thank y

tation crossed his face. He'd probably expected me to cry, to beg, to make a scene he could

the bed beside the velvet pouch. "There's money on that. Enough for someone like you to disap

ard the door, not gracin

to buy my silence, to pay me off and reduce what had happened between us-w

buy Ethan a little mor

e corner where I'd left them. They were stiff and wrinkled, st

e still didn't turn around. "Don't ever show your face on my

t, leaving me alone

y my nails dug into my palm, drawing blood. I didn't tou

't get out of this place, this monument to my own heartbr