Betty's POV. 

I barely remembered drifting off.

One moment, I was pacing Alpha Damien’s chamber, wringing my hands, my nerves a tangled mess… the next, sunlight bled softly through the curtains, warming my face. My eyes fluttered open, and for a second, I didn’t know where I was.

Then everything rushed back as my stomach twisted.

I sat up too fast, breath catching in my throat. The room was empty. Damien hadn’t returned. Or maybe he had… and just didn’t wake me.

Either ...