Where was her fucking head?!
It always seemed to vanish whenever it came to these cardinal alphas. Violet internally berated herself. She hadn't intended to sleep here until morning. The plan had been simple: catch a little shut-eye, then have Asher sneak her back to her place by five, quietly and without any witnesses. Hopefully.
Unfortunately, the Asher she had pinned her hopes on had failed her. Utterly. Instead of waking her, he had indulged her.
Now, Violet was pacing up and down the West Alpha's room, mentally spiraling over what to do next. Sure, Asher had said he'd handle it, but she was beginning to worry about "how" he planned to handle it. After all, his methods were rarely what one would call conventional.
Not to mention, the bastard didn't even seem half as concerned as she was. He was in the bathroom, casually taking a bath with the door wide open, no less. It was an invitation to join him if she dared. That absolute rascal.
