You enter your bedroom and collapse down onto the mattress. It's small, shitty, and the springs squeal as you flop down onto them.
You need a job. Something that will allow you to afford the bond on a nearby apartment. Or, at the very least, a decent bed. For now, all you have is this cheap square of foam and box springs.
At least the Alpha is letting you stay in the den. Sure, he wouldn't be much of an Alpha if he didn't, but it's still nice to have a roof over your head. You could be out there in the cold, alone.
Wedged between two cars, fingers tipped with claws, hair wild, breathing hard, angry, terrified.
You push the thought from your mind, inhale the sharp, stale scent of warm, dry air, and close your eyes.
Despite your earlier doubts, you're asleep within seconds.
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