Page 33 of My Grumpy Alpha

The only answer?

Finding my mate.

Impossible.

I thought.

But hope has been lost on me so long, what good is it to try to find her, when I know in the end, I’ll just be disappointed.

And lonely.

In the end, isn’t that what my future is without my actual pack? A half-alpha trapped in a half- human body.

Whoever cursed me must be laughing.

Whoever cursed me to watch the moon and scream—must have been fucking threatened.

Chapter 12

Shadows and Dreams

AVA

I wake up in a car, a nice car. Gabe’s driving. I see a Maserati symbol on the steering wheel, the Trident plain as day, but all I remember is basically getting the crap kissed out of me by my new boss, seeing visions of blood, tasting something so good, was it his kiss? A dream? Did I pass out?

“Sorry about that fall.” Gabe apologizes and reaches over to pat me on the thigh before that same hand goes back to the steering wheel.

“You had us both super worried. Eli came running for me, yelling in a panic. You really need to get more comfortable heels.”

My eyes are blurry.

“I feel drunk.”

“Ah yeah, that happens after you get a concussion.”

“I have a concussion?” I wail, touching my head. There’s a bandage there and, in my other hand, an ice pack.

“I don’t even remember falling!”

“Oh?” He frowns ahead at the road.

“That’s so weird, you were going over his final schedule for tomorrow, he was reading it, he said you were staring out the window and your hair tie fell out, he helped you, do you remember that much?”

The memories are like shadows. I remember the paper clips, handing him the portfolio, the pretty moon, tripping into his arms and wanting him to kiss me, but everything after that is fuzzy.

I rub my temples and look down. My shirt’s tucked in, my hair’s back in the same ponytail. I have a weird vision of Eli’s eyes flaming blue, of being kissed senseless, of being threatened, of being so turned on that I almost panted after him.

“Hey, you good? A lot of people have weird shadows and dreams when they have concussions, hope now that you’re okay, yours was a trip. I left the portfolio in your bag in case you wanted to drop it off at his apartment. The doorman can let you in, just let him know Gabe sent you. He’ll be at his other home anyway.”

I nod slowly, still trying to process.

“Do I need someone to constantly wake me up in case I fall asleep?”

He smiles to himself, his grin adorable.

“We have constant wake-up calls for you every few hours and if you don’t answer, one of my assistants has the key to the door to wake you up and has been told to stay with you if need be. She’ll be in the room next door, so you don’t have to worry about anything.”

“Wow.” I squeeze my eyes shut.