Cecilia
I was carrying the soup bowl from the kitchen when I saw Alpha Sebastian disappear into my bedroom.
My heart stopped dead in my chest.
"Sebastian! Get out of there!" I shouted, hastily setting the soup down on the carpet.
My hands shook like I was having a seizure, spilling hot liquid that burned my skin.
I didn't even feel the pain as I sprinted toward the bedroom.
Too late.
By the time I reached the doorway, Alpha Sebastian was already crouched beside my bed, picking up the kitten who had accidentally stepped on the power button of my new "personal massager." The poor creature was pressed against the wall, mewing frantically at the buzzing sound.
And there it was—my bright pink-blue vibrator, shaped like a discreet little bird, humming away on the floor
