Waking in the Alpha's Bed

Nadia

My head felt like an industrial jackhammer was drilling straight through my skull.

That pounding agony was the very first sensation to hit me as consciousness dragged me out of oblivion. My tongue felt thick and dry, tasting like stale lime, cheap tequila, and the bitter residue of dead dignity. A single shaft of bright sunlight pierced through the room and sliced directly across my eyelid