Ditched Cheating Alpha, I Led My Daughter to Life's Peak novel Chapter 234

He groans from underneath me, turning his head in the other direction. "You're worse than Krys."

"Yeah, yeah." I lean my head against his, getting even more comfortable. "I hope that's a compliment."

"It's not."

"I'm telling." I cover my mouth, trying not to yawn.

"Just give in to the sleep," he all but screams at me.

"No," I click on another video.

Somewhere in between, "mother-trucker that hurt like a buttcheek on a stick" and "watch your profanity," I pass out.

In the back of my mind, I feel the sheets move over me. The pillow adjust under my head. My phone slip from my hands. But these are just afterthoughts in comparison to the overwhelming warmth that surrounds me.

And the warmth is nothing in comparison to how cold and alone I feel when I wake up to find no trace of him. Did I dream the whole thing? My question is answered when I find myself snuggled inside an oversized, grey hoodie.

"I'm heading out now," I say to my family, putting away the last of the dishes.

Megan and Charlie already ran off to play, but Dad raises an eyebrow. "Really?"

I nod.

"Why?"

"My thoughts exactly," Mom says. "Don't you usually do homework on Sunday mornings? Homework you should've done days ago?"

The shade! "I've got a date with Carson," I say matter-of-factly. It feels good to not be lying to my family for once.

Mom shakes her head, smiling. "Okay. As long as you get your homework done later. And keep your grades up."

"As long as you..." Dad adjusts his tie. "Back in my day, we finished our homework before our dates."

"Oh here he goes," Mom says, mouthing silently, 'And we didn't go on dates.'

"And we didn't go on dates!" Dad booms. "We didn't even look at each other until we were married. Sometimes not even after that."

Mom looks at him incredulously. I try not to laugh.

"You better be back before dinner, young lady," Dad says.

"Yes, Dad," I say.

He crosses his arms. "And remember, the weekend doesn't dictate your curfew. I do."

What curfew? I shake my head. He's being ridiculous.

Michael eggs him on. "Did you hear what he's taking her to do, Dad?"

"What...?" Dad furrows his brow.

I glare at Michael. "Stop."

"Trespass through the school," Michael smirks.

"What?" Dad screams.

Mom doesn't like the sound of that either.

"What?" he asks.

I talk with my hands. "Carson's taking me to a training event today."

He nods.

"At the school," I say.

He nods.

"And there's this guy that might be there that I think I kind of sort of maybe could trust," I say.

He looks at me incredulously. "Kind of sort of maybe could? What does that even mean?"

I was anticipating this kind of reaction. I give him a reassuring look-even though it isn't that reassuring at all given the fact that I barely know the guy. "We don't technically know each other," I say. "But I met him with Bri and Krys. He was nice to me and he called me luna at a time when people didn't even want me to exist."

Michael opens his mouth.

"And," I say over him. "When the old man was being convicted, he was one of the guards during the meeting. So he must have some kind of ranking in this pack."

Michael puts a finger up.

"But," I say quickly. "I haven't seen him since that time, which must mean he's not that close to the alphas. He's perfect for the job, and I think I can find him today at the school."

Michael seems to think all of this over for a while. Eventually he sighs, and I know I've won. "Fine." He crosses his arms, leaning back against the wall in the hallway. "What's his name?"

Uh oh. I look to the side.