Big Bad Alphas

Slipping into the bedroom, I sneak over to my side of the bed once I spot Eric still asleep. The pillow wall has been torn down, as his arm is laying across the ruins. Sighing, I climb on the bed and start to reconstruct the divider, but Eric grabs onto me and surprisingly pulls me over to him, holding me snugly against his body. With my eyes wide open, I make no sudden movements.

I lay frozen in his arms, and soon enough I realized that he is thankfully sleeping despite what just happened. My mouth is hanging open, and my limbs do not know what to do. His scent invades my nose, causing me to relax on instinct.

My eyes begin to drift closed even though I am mentally fighting to keep them open. Darkness consumes me, and I have never felt more comfortable in my life as if the bed has suddenly transformed into a cloud on a breezy day.

Just as I begin to feel myself slipping away, Eric's unexpected array of movements causes my eyes to fly open. He shoots from the bed, and I turn to find him leaning against the wall with his head in his hands. "Your neck," he murmurs lowly.

Promptly, I sit up and try to think of what to say, how to explain what happened. "It is really, I don't think—"

"I can't believe I've done this," he mutters and comes to my side. "Are you in pain? Does it hurt?"

Utterly confused, I wipe my mind of all current thoughts. "Wait, you can't believe you did what?"

"Your neck, the marks—"

"You think that you did this?" I gape while pointing at the now darkening blemishes.

Isabella, you do not know how terrible I feel about this," he tells

"No, no, no, no," I

prompting my heart to jolt. "Then how did you get the

My gaze floats

"Olivia?" He repeats. "When did this

explaining to do for this all to make sense, so it all began because I couldn't sleep. I couldn't get Kendra off my mind, and I just had to see her. Then I stupidly decided to pack up some things in the middle of the night, so I could take a quick trip

Eric's mouth hangs slightly open, making him look more human rather than his usual hard stares. "And you planned

thinking clearly—and to be honest, I'm probably not thinking clearly now—but I

land alone," he says under his breath. "Isabella, do

then Olivia strangled me, so I

wide. "Olivia. She, she strangled you?" I nod. "And that occurred

lot on her mind right now. I know that it is weird to defend her because she attacked me, but I want to help her get through her troubles and find her own mate. She's probably a wonderful person; she's just

knees, looking to the floor. "She attacked you," he mumbles out loud, and I make no sign of interrupting him. "I'm not sure

her leave," I say quickly with no thought towards it. "Caroline and I are going to help her,

be lost out there, she'll have nowhere to go. All Olivia needs is a second chance, she needs

back at me. "And how do you plan