Page 143 of My Unhinged Alphas
“I’ll tell all three of you at once.”
I grit my teeth.
Voss hears it in the silence and gives me just enough to keep me moving. “Not going to give you much now but know that I’m right about it.” With that, he cuts the call.
I sit there for a second, phone still in my hand, then get to my feet.
The floor is cold under my boots. The room smells stale, cheap, lived-in for too many hard hours. Vale and Havoc are still crashed out.
I cross the room.
“Havoc,” I say quietly.
No response.
I step closer. “Vale.”
That’s when I see her. Lena is between them under the blankets, half-hidden until I’m right there, dark hair spilled across the pillow, one bare shoulder in the dawn-gray light. All three of them asleep in the same bed, tangled up in heat and sheets and the kind of sight I was not prepared for at this hour.
I stop for half a beat.
Not longer than that. Just enough to feel the surprise hit before I bury it.
I say nothing.
There’s nothing useful to say.
Vale wakes first. His eyes narrow when he sees me standing over the bed. Havoc follows slower, one eye opening, then the other, the beginning of a grin already there because of course it is.
Lena stirs last. She shifts under the blanket, frowns like she’s trying to fight her way back under sleep, then opens her eyes and looks up at me. For one second she just blinks, still soft with sleep, then awareness starts catching up.
I keep my face blank. “We need to move,” I say.
Vale pushes himself up on one elbow. Havoc drags a hand over his face. Lena gathers the blanket a little higher around herself without taking her eyes off me.
The room is too quiet for that, and the call is still sitting in my head like a blade.
Vale speaks first, voice rough with sleep. “What happened?”
I slip the phone into my pocket. “Voss called.”
That wakes them properly.
Lena is still half under the blanket, looking from one of us to the other, trying to catch up. Her hair is a mess, her face still soft with sleep, and for one stupid second the room feels too intimate for the hour.
“What did he say?” Vale asks.
“Not enough,” I say. “Just that there’s something at Caldwell’s house the three of us need to see.”
Havoc sits up, rubbing at his jaw. “Well. That sounds cheerful.”
Lena’s eyes widen. “Wait, the guy who tried to kill me?”
“Yes.” That’s all I give her.
Lena looks at me over the blanket. “You’re taking me with you?”
“No.”
