Holy Jesus, Mother of God, I am so Dead! I cannot believe he woke up. Was I too loud? Did I come at the wrong time? He's going to kill me. This is it. This is how I die. Sneaking into an Alpha's bedroom while he slept. Mortified doesn't even begin to describe how I am feeling right now. With a soft shaky laugh I manage to breathe, completely unaware that for a moment I wasn't breathing at all. Like the damn prey animal I am my cerulean blue eyes are wide open. I can practically feel my face warming up, those pale cheeks of mine turning a deep dark red, a clear sign of my embarrassment. Well, I better do something to save my skin. What to say, what to say? Should I tell him he is dreaming? The man looks like he is dead. I mean my god look at that dark circles under his eyes. The Were-King didn't get a lot of sleep. It looks like he didn't get that much to begin with. Poor guy, I know how that is sometimes. He looks like if he lays his head back on the pillow he could fall asleep. Maybe I should encourage him to do that? Just fall asleep man. Just fall asleep. You don't see me. You'll forget all of this happened. Oh it's no use I can't do that then he'll really think I'm crazy. What was it Dad said to me? When you make a mistake you need to accept the blame and make a fix. So, here I am ready to do just that. In a minute. Let me breathe for like 10 seconds, okay, I'm ready I'm ready. Gently I speak trying not to sound so scared, remaining calm, because if I am calm maybe in his sleepy state he'll stay calm too.

"Heeeey.....so...good morning I was um, dropping off some muffins."

Innocently I held up the little basket of scrumptious looking muffins. See, I'm not hear doing anything creepy. I mean leaving you a basket full of muffins doesn't make me a stalker, does it? Nah. A stalker follows your every move. They could swipe that napkin you left on the table, or dig into the trash to find that cup you drank out of, or dive into your hamper and snatch a dirty clothing item. It's not like I have loads of photos of him up plastered on my wall, or have on a piece of paper his entire itinerary and habits! That would just be weird, and I am not a weird person, nope not at all! I'm just a friendly neighborly were-horse. Okay maybe not really. I mean I'm not really a neighbor. I don't live on the West side. Well, this is pretty awkward and it's only going to get worse I bet. Now he knows I've been doing this for months. How the hell am I supposed to explain this without sounding crazy? I don't rightly know, but maybe I'll come up with something. Something good I hope. Plucking a muffin from the basket I present it to him, like a peace offering, with an embarrassed smile.

"Do you want one? It's chocolate muffin with Bailey's, I mean you can't go wrong with Bailey's in the morning."

Alcohol. You can never go wrong starting the day off with some alcohol. Well, you can, but...we're not drinking alcohol. That would be bad and borderline showing we're alcoholics. Here I am standing by his bed looking down at the Were-King wrapped in what looked like really cozy sheets. I am such an idiot. With a sigh my shoulders slump as I sit next to him on his bed, unfazed by the mere fact that this was his bed. Clearly I don't understand boundaries. Looking at the floorboards in his room I release a shaky sigh as I speak wearily, quite uncertain how his reaction is going to be to everything.

"I guess I should probably explain myself? I mean if you want to hear it if not and you want me to scram, I can do that too."

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable