Page 67 of Nursing the Alpha
My monster.
My tormentor.
I’d made him worse.
And now he knew I wasn’t the sweet omega he thought I was.
I was worse.
Because I wanted him to do it again.
And again.
And again.
But I didn’t want to wake up alone anymore.
That was the part I hadn’t planned for.
I dragged a hand down my face, already thinking.
I needed a way to tell him.
To let him know he didn’t need to creep through my door like a thief in the night.
He could stay.
He could wake up next to me.
We didn’t need this game anymore… but god, wasn’t it beautiful?
I would think of a plan.
But not yet.
Tonight, I wanted to see him do it again.
I picked up my phone from the nightstand. The screen lit up, and I hesitated for only a second, then opened the app with a swipe of my thumb.
The camera feed.
It had been my idea—my insurance. A small, discreet device hidden in the corner of my bedroom ceiling, angled perfectly to capture the bed. It uploaded everythingautomatically to the cloud, ensuring I’d never lose a second of footage, no matter what happened.
I unlocked the latest recording, the time stamp neatly at the corner: 2:13 a.m.
My heart gave a traitorous flutter.
Clutching the phone, I padded toward the bathroom. The tiles were cold under my bare feet, a sobering contrast to the heat blooming low in my belly.
I set the phone on the counter, propping it against the mirror at just the right angle.
And pressed Play.
Seth.
Tall. Broad. Stripped bare in the moonlight as he mounted the bed like a predator finally sinking his teeth into his prey.
And me, lying perfectly still. My face soft and slack in sleep, lips parted, lashes fluttering faintly.
