The Alpha Chose Me by Missy Elliottxo

I frowned. I wasn't sure if this was one of those things where she was trying to trick me into doing the right thing, which was staying here. "If you're ready I can take you".

Well, clearly, I wasn't ready, I had no clothes and none of my things. I didn't even know where my shoes were. Did I still have shoes? "You can wear my jacket out and I'll get you a wheelchair". As she began to take it off, I stopped her.

"No, it's okay". She was doing exactly what I said she would. Charlotte had her ways, and they worked every time.

"You need to rest sweetheart". Fixing her jacket she sat on the chair next to my bed.

A sigh fell from my lips. I wasn't ready for the motherly chat; I didn't want to cry anymore, and I knew I would if she continued.

"I can't stay here".

"One more night isn't going to hurt, is it?".

"I don't want to stay here I want to go home".

you want to

back of my throat. Some paragraphs are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on Jo b n Ib.com I would rather be anger than sit here crying. I was stubborn

down?". She asked. "Your own pjs,

nodded chewing the inside of my

she took my hand in hers. "I'm here when you're ready.

my voice would break

give you a bit of advice?". She

turned my head so I

shut him out, lean on him as much as you need to

room, he was carrying two cups of coffee and a brown paper bag. The smell alone was making my stomach growl. I never ate the breakfast from this morning. Couldn't stomach it but now, now I was hungry. "Right". Charlotte got to her feet. "I'll be back soon sweetheart". She leaned in placing

the way out I missed. I guess I

He

I nodded.