Ash groaned as he forced his eyes open, his head pounding as though drums echoed inside his skull. The bitter taste of last night's alcohol lingered on his tongue. He blinked, disoriented, staring at the familiar ceiling of his room.
How...how did I get here? The last thing he remembered was laughing too hard, clinking bottles with Naomi and Martin, then drinking more than he should have.
Turning his head slowly, he noticed a glass of water and a small pill sitting neatly on the nightstand. A folded note rested beside them.
With shaky fingers, Ash picked it up.
"For the headache. Rest well."
His eyes lingered on the handwriting. A sharp tug of recognition stirred in his chest. This handwriting...it feels familiar.
His throat tightened. Could it be him? No...impossible.
Quickly, he snatched up his phone and typed a message to Martin:
Ash: Hey, who took me home last night?"
A reply buzzed in seconds.
Martin: Alpha Adrian.
