Chapter 71 Cute Alpha

• Sage
• A groan clawed its way out of my throat as consciousness dragged me back. My head throbbed like someone had taken a hammer to it—steady, vicious pulses behind my eyes. I blinked against the morning light filtering through the curtains, expecting the sparse guest room I’d claimed last night.
• Instead, I was back in the master bedroom. Our bedroom. The one I’d walked out of with a duffel bag and a stubborn resolve.