The Alpha Under My Bed (The Chosen #1)

I woke up exhausted. Sore. Spent.

But I went into my heat alone, safely locked in my nest.

Or so I thought…

I shifted, and something cold bit into my waist.

A chastity belt.

One I never put on. One I would never put on. One I couldn’t take off.

Then I saw the note.

“Don’t worry, little omega. I’ve been taking care of you for years. I wanted to make sure this heat wouldn’t go to waste.”

I thought I was terrified.

Until I found the love letters dated after every heat for the past few years and I felt the fresh bonding mark on my neck.

And then I found the polaroid—of me curled up against a masked Alpha’s chest, his arms locked tight around me, his knot keeping me flush against him. Content. Marked. Bred.

I don’t remember any of it.

But he does.

And now?

Now, he’s finally ready for me to know too.