Olivia’s POV
I recognize Alpha Herold’s bed as I sit up, gripping his blanket that has been placed carefully over my body. I glare up at Herold who offers me a cup of coffee but I am too startled to take it right now. I feel around my body, my clothes still the same, even though he has changed and looks far more calm than I feel in this moment.
“Please, tell me it’s not morning. Tell me I didn’t fall asleep here.”
Herold grimaces as he replies, “you passed out on the couch while looking for the bottle. I tried to wake you but you were understandably exhausted so I just moved you to my bed for the night.” He pauses, seemingly reading the horrified look on my face as he explains this situation. “I slept on the floor, nearby, just in case you woke up.”
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