Lake woke up groggy the next morning, a furrow between his brows.
Davian clinging relentlessly to him wasn't as surprising as it should be, neither was the fact that he was in the Alpha's room, in his bed.
Davian was still fast asleep, the Alpha's grip tight around him despite that, almost like he was certain that he would try to leave.
Lake frowned, it was morning, late in the morning, and he remembered exactly when he had fallen asleep.
It had been abruptly, one moment he was eating, and the next moment, the fact that something was wrong had registered.
But before he could do anything about it, he had slipped into unconsciousness.
The first time he met 'Lady' Matilda, she had paid him a hundred grand for him to leave Davian.
He wouldn't put it past her to drug his food or worse.
