Chapter 38 The Alpha In My Bed

I didn't think I would ever fall asleep. The idea that Charles Rafe, the boy I'd dreamed about every night of my teenage life, was laying on my couch in the form of a full-grown sexy man made me toss and turn. Go back out there, Elena, I told myself. Who cares about your reputation or what bad path it might lead to. Take Cathy's advice. It can go both ways. You can use each other.