Fiona's POV
Her eyes slowly parted, reacting to the ray of sun peeking through the window, now dancing on her face. Her head pounds a little against her skull. She signed, and her eyes fluttered once again. Though not sleeping, she wandered off in her mind, thinking about what today would bring for her.
Her mind slowly returned to her, and she realised that, though her eyes had opened briefly, the ceiling she saw wasn't familiar. While the one in her bedroom was a shed ceiling, the one she just saw was a beam ceiling.
She barely finished processing the thought when she felt a heavy hand rest on her chest.
Her eyes flew open immediately, and the first thing she saw was a ceiling different from hers. She didn't want to believe what she thought just happened, but now her sense of smell just kicked in, and the strange masculine scent filled her nostrils. She turned her head and immediately saw the sleeping man next to her in bed. Her heart almost jumped into her mouth at the sight.
At the sight of him, all the dreams and hopes she had built for herself in the last few years about keeping herself for her one true mate came crashing down.
Being an omega, for as long as she could remember, had brought challenges every day, ranging from bullying to verbal abuse. She clung to the hope that one day she would meet her mate, who would be a beta, or maybe an alpha, and she would no longer be an omega. But now, everything is over.
How the hell did she get here? She asked questions that had no answer because she couldn't remember how she got here.
It didn't matter how she got here; she knew she had to leave.
Her eyes fluttered as she prayed for a way out of here, and as if the moon goddess listened to her cry, the stranger in her bed withdrew his hand and turned to the other side.
She took the cue and ran off the bed immediately, her heart pounding heavily and almost racing into her mouth. She quickly picked up her clothes on the floor and put them up before grabbing at her shoes and racing out of the room without looking back.
Her whole body shivered at the thought of what she knew had happened: she had woken up naked in a stranger's bed; she had taken a stranger to bed, and she knew better than that. She had thrown her virtue out the window for someone she didn't know, someone who would not even remember her face.
A stranger.
Though all his traits and aura indicated that he was an alpha, he was still a stranger.
The question stayed in her mind: how did she come here?
She couldn't remember a thing.
Tears ran down her face, knowing that, once again, fate had wronged her. She didn't want to sleep with the stranger, and if she had a choice, she would have said no. How was she going to face anyone at this point?
How was she going to go about it all? Move on like nothing happened? Or accept that it happened and face the consequences head-on?
She knew her parents were worried; it was her first time sleeping out, and she knew they had called her to make sure she was safe. She dug her hand into her purse and pulled out her phone to see the 17 missed calls left by her mom and dad.
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