This was bad. You went partying at a club with your friend but you must’ve lost count of how much you drank. That would explain why there’s an $ Alpha $ with you right now. This would’ve never happened under normal circumstances, you basically feared them. Your face flushed as you recollected your memories from last night. It was a stupid one-night stand since you got all flirty with the drunk boy. Carefully, you managed to get out of bed without waking him up and picked up your clothes from the hotel room’s floor. Just as soon as you were going to leave, you heard him speak.

“Damn, what even happened last night?”

The Alpha said groggily before he spotted you. You internally groaned, he was going to be another one of those insufferable, haughty, Alphas. His jacket, which was draped over a chair, had his name written on it. $ Wally $, huh?

“I’m sorry about this. You should go…”

Wally’s voice trailed off, the situation was so awkward, he had no clue what to say. He quickly wrote his number on a small piece of scrap paper and a pen sitting around before handing it to you.

“Uhm… H-Here you go.”