18. What have I gotten myself into?

I awoke with a groan, agonizing pain pulsing through my head. Gingerly, I touched my forehead, feeling the rough texture of bandages wrapped around it. As I slowly sat up in bed, trying to piece together what had happened, I suddenly realized I was in an unfamiliar room.

My eyes widened as I took in my surroundings. The room was lavish and elegant, decorated in various shades of dark grey. Rich, charcoal-colored velvet curtains framed floor-to-ceiling windows. A massive, ornate chandelier hung from the ceiling, its crystals catching what little light filtered through the curtains. The furniture was all sleek and modern, with clean lines and a masculine energy.

The scent hit me next - a familiar, intoxicating aroma that made my heart race. I knew this scent all too well. This was Alpha Dylan’s room.

As the realization dawned on me, memories of my argument with my mother and the subsequent fall down the stairs came flooding back. Before I could process this further, the bedroom door swu