Judy’s POV
What was going on? Why was Gavin in my hotel room?
With my heart racing, I scrambled to grab my clothes, my fingers trembling as I pulled them on as quickly as I could.
The last thing I remembered was drinking a little too much at the banquet. I had felt awkward being alone, and the wine seemed like the only way to ease my nerves — to keep my mind off Gavin.
At least, I thought it would.
Now, I had woken up beside him, and nothing made sense.
He was already dressed, standing over me with a deep frown. His voice sounded weary when he finally spoke.
“What are you doing on the ground?”
I narrowed my eyes at him, irritation spiking through the confusion. “Answer my question first.”
He tilted his head slightly. “And what question was that?”
The corner of his lips twitched like he was holding back a laugh. It only made me angrier.
“Why are you in my room?” I snapped, pulling myself upright with the help of the bedpost.
His brows rose, and he glanced around the suite before looking back at me. “Last I checked, this was my room.” His tone carried amusement, but I didn’t find anything funny about it.
I froze. No. That couldn’t be right.
When I came to this country for the competition, the last person I expected to run into was Gavin. Yes, Lycans often attended these events, but with his rival hosting this year, I never imagined he’d actually show up.
“No… it’s my room,” I stammered, though doubt crept in quickly.
I was sure I had come back to the suite I shared with Nan. She hadn’t returned last night, but that wasn’t unusual — she’d gone off with some acquaintances she met at the hotel. Banquets weren’t really her thing; she was more used to serving at fancy dinners than attending them.
I pressed a hand to my temple, trying to think through the pounding headache. I had definitely asked the front desk for a new key when I misplaced mine. But… what room number had I given them?
Hangovers were cruel, and today of all days wasn’t the time for one. Even though it was just training day, it was my chance to observe my competitors and make an impression. I wanted people to know I was serious — not someone to be underestimated.
I looked up as Gavin pulled a card from his wallet and held it out.
Room 909.
“I’ve had this key since I checked in yesterday,” he explained.
I frowned, digging through my clothes until I found my pocket. My key was still there. I pulled it out and froze.
Room 909.
We both had the same room number.
“That’s the card you’ve had since checking in?” he asked, brows raised. “Or did you just ask the clerk for my number instead?”
My jaw dropped. How dare he accuse me of that?
I ignored the sting of his words and snatched up my purse, determined to prove him wrong. Pulling out my phone, I scrolled quickly through my emails until I found it — Hotel Room Verification.
Opening it, I showed him the confirmation of my suite change. Alpha Levi’s name was attached to the booking since he had arranged and paid for our stay.
I lifted my chin, glaring at him. “This is my room.”