Trapped In The Billionaire Alpha's Web

Hayn

the narrow slits of the win

ing soreness to wash through my bones. It felt like

of the previous night-heavy with the scent of cedar,

me. The second pillow was cold to the tou

ress. The moment my bare toes touched the cold hardwood floor, my knees a

den surface. Brock's sharp, powerful handwr

t is in the warmer. The garage ke

ttling ripple spreading through my chest. Why would a man who only ma

I pushed myself up and li

ront of the vanity mirror. The moment my eyes lande

ered in reckless abandon. Right over my jugular vein sat a concentra

at dominant cedar aroma was more than enough to announce to every

throat to scrub away the phantom heat, but the scent

a thick, cream-colored turtleneck sweater, pulling the

foyer console and took the private elevator s

I hit the unlock button, and in the far corner, a mass

limbed into the high driver's seat, feeling a strange sense of safety wrapped

tside the Riverdale University Architecture Department. I spot

irs like a hyperactive pup, throwing h

structural mechanics paper is

I laughed, patting her back before t

roze. Her nose twitched. She leaned in toward my

nstinctively yanked my turtl

ed a trembling finger straight at me. "Whoa. Falon... why

ed, looking away to dodge her gaze. My face was bu

her face. Without warning, her hand darted out, hooking her fing

sped l

sparkling with mischief. "That is pure, unadulterated Alpha ter

er hand away and adjusted my collar. "Shut up. It was just

whisper. "An accident? The great Alpha Brock Hamilton doesn't do acciden

, looking around the campus frantically.

ay and catching my arm. "Fine, fine! I'll stop te

"Anyway, help me fix these blueprint calculations really quick, and then I'

surprise?" I asked, gratef

with excitement. "A wedding gift. And trust me,

ry. But as we sat down to work, the strange hum of th

tal connection with me-a connectio