Fuck it. Ian was my alpha, and no one else was getting him. I’d stop calling him an idiot. I’d stopped that already, anyway, since the evidence was against me. I’d stop complaining, whining, and generally being a pain in the ass. I’d talk less. Maybe not that last one. But as I fell into bed, dropping my wet towel on the floor like a dick, my last thought was a promise to myself that I’d do everything I could, and maybe, just maybe, he’d want to keep me.
