The Hidden Alpha

"Y-you… what are you doing here…?" I finally managed to gasp the words out and speak when the person I was looking at raises an eyebrow in my direction with intrigue.

"Me…? More like, what are ya doing here? I'd have understood had ya been searching for me bout begging for that job. But… Hmm, hmm~" Dylan smirks as I stare at him quizzically.

"Ya'll were doin' somethin' naughty weren't ye? Hard to sleep through all that ruckus yalls were makin'... Could only get some sleep when ye were zonked out. So… what'cha playin' at? Comin' round here this time?" Dylan asks with a threatening grin as he easily pins me beneath him.

H-huh…? Wait… There's a bed here…? … No! Wait! That's not what I should be focusing on! What did he just say!?

"W-what?" I gasped, pushing my palms against his chest when he grabbed both of my wrists and pinned it above my head— rendering me at his mercy.