DRUGGED, PART ONE

Alexia, are you sure this is a good idea? Why don’t we just take our things from our locker and continue our planned getaway?

Margay, please, I just got myself internally battered and bruised by the one man I thought could and would rebuild me. I need time to lick my wounds and heal. So much for mates, right?

I understand but that’s not enough reason for you to bed just any male, Alexia!

She finally arrived at the Ragdoll, and after parking her bike at the front of the bar, began to think of what she needed to take from there. Secretly celebrating that she had clothes in her locker, along with her fake IDs, passports, and other personal documents, Alexia had already discussed with her wolf about her plans that could assure her of a new life out of her father’s pack.

But not before she would be able to find a way to release her seething annoyance and alleviate the painful aching in her chest…