Chapter 15

Toby

Toby woke up to find his sheets strewn on the floor and his desk bin placed beside the bed. Sam must have left it there for him to throw up in; Toby had vague memories of his friend unlocking his door and helping him into his room the night before. He tried to sit up, had a dizzy spell, then collapsed back on his bed with a groan. He felt as weak as a wisp of wind and had a splitting headache as though he'd been knocked on the head with a steel pole or something equally hard. As he lay in the darkened room, trying to roll away from the sunlight filtering from under his curtains, he remembered some of the previous night. Beers, conversation, and…bitching?!

He cursed, then put a hand up to his aching forehead to soothe the tension headache that was quickly building up. Bitching…So he was seen as an alpha that could be bitched by another alpha. He stood up with difficulty, looked in the mirror, and sighed. He wasn’t a small man by any means, but he supposed he was smal