Page 62 of The Alpha Under My Bed

Wouldn’t let mebreathewithout thinking about him.

Not Mal.

Him.

My alpha.

The one who had done this to me.

The one who had claimed me and then disappeared, leaving me alone with this unbearable,throbbingneed.

A sob climbed up my throat. I hated him. Hated him for ruining me, for making me want something I shouldn’t.

But I couldn’t fight it anymore.

My gaze snapped to my nightstand.

To my phone.

Dark screen.

Silent.

I had shut it offon purpose,trying to escape. Trying to pretend like I still had control over my own body.

But now?

Now I needed him.

Even if it meant begging.

Even if I hated myself for it.

My fingers trembled as I reached for it, hovering over the power button.

I shouldn’t.

I shouldn’t.

I pressed it.

The screen blinked on, blindingly bright, too loud, too full of missed notifications.

I didn’t check them.

I ignored everything except him.

And then, before I could stop myself, I typed?—

Me: Please.

The moment I hit send, my breath shook, my chest rising and falling too fast.

The dots appeared immediately.

Then—nothing.

Oh, God.

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