Mysterious pov
I hid, though I was fairly sure he knew I was here. The base was dark, it was always dark. I couldn’t understand why they didn’t just get electricity in here, but when I asked the Alpha he got so offended. They believed in everything being old school here, so the base used candles, old fashioned bathtubs that omegas had to bring hot water to, pots to pee in, everything.
I raked my fingers through my hair, I hadn’t plaited it tonight and it was wild and frizzy, dark red hair spread out everywhere. My nightgown was sliding down my muscular shoulder as I crouched over the ice-cold floor and under the unused dusty desk in the corner.
“What happened when you were scouting that we needed to speak in private?” Alpha asked, his voice so loud it was as if he was scream
