Cornered by the Alpha

POV: Freya.

My fragile illusion of normalcy vanishes the very next morning.

I wake up early, exhausted and tense. I spend my morning walk to the diner convincing myself that the blond stranger was just a passing tourist. A ghost. A nightmare I can easily shake off in the harsh light of day. But the moment I step behind the counter and tie my apron, the bell above the glass door jingles.

I look