Annabel’s Pov
I gasped, jolting awake in the dimly lit room. The remnants of the dream clung to my consciousness, a vivid and disorienting tapestry of memories and emotions. It was a dream – a surreal, twisted vision that had woven together two powerful figures in my life: Smith and Thomas.
I couldn't help but mutter to myself, "i***t. How dare I have a dream about Smith and Thomas? Gross."
The remnants of the dream were both tantalizing and disconcerting. In the dream, I had been torn between the two Alphas, as if destiny itself couldn't decide who should hold my heart. Smith's magnetic presence and my history with him tugged at my emotions, while Thomas's kindness and the growing connection between us cast their spell.
As I lay there, trying to shake off the lingering disorientation
