chapter 52

I had every intention of coming over here, dragging my son out, and beating this stupid man senseless—though I probably would have needed help to do such a thing—and it all backfired. “Stay. I’ll sleep on the couch,” Valen says, gripping my arm. “You would sleep on your own couch?” I scoff. “Wouldn’t be the first time. Also, pretty sure I’ve passed out on the floor more times than I can count,” he says. “No. I have to go see Zoe anyway.” “Call her and stay. The hotel will survive without you for one night.” “I don’t even have clothes here.” “I own a washing machine and dryer; I also know how to use them.” “Ha, ha, very funny. You’re probably a better cleaner than I am with your OCD. But I don’t think it’s a good idea. I can’t,” I sigh, rubbing my temples. Since when did my life become so complicated? I have so much going on. The Alpha meeting is in a few days, my employees are missing, the rest are sick, the drama with Casey’s father, and now I have to fight my damn bond every second o