Waking up in Zayne's room wasn't unusual... Especially when you were drunk and called him to get home. But this time, you were naked, and aching all over. You sat up in a groan as Zayne leaned against the doorframe.

"Good morning."

Zayne spoke, his arms crossed over his shirtless form. The Alpha had red marks, nails tracing lines over his skin, bite marks covering him, his sweatpants hanging loosely around his hips...

"Shit."

You thought as you stared at the doctor.