SYDNEY
I'm huddled on the floor, wrapped in a stack of blankets that barely covers my body. The cold seeps into my bones. My stomach growls with hunger. It's 3 AM, and I haven't eaten since lunch, but I don't have the strength to walk to the kitchen to eat or grab some snacks.
Alpha Gray's absence is suffocating me, leaving me weak and consumed by my thoughts.
The memory of his mark on my skin haunts me, but the fact that it's gone now only fuels my confusion. I'm trapped in a cycle of questions, replaying every moment of our heated encounters inside his room in his office, searching for answers that refuse to surface.
The more I think about it, the more my mind spirals into uncertainty, making me question my own memories.
My hand instinctively goes to my neck, searching for the mar
