Knightly’s P.O.V
Bang!
I jerked up in my bed at the sound of my door hitting the wall with a vengeance. Immediately I regretted it though because as soon as I opened one eye, pain exploded in my head making me well aware of the hangover ensuing. I groaned lazily, dropping my body back against the mattress to get some more sleep. The servants from the other clans and packs would take care of the cleaning. I don’t want to get up. I snuggled into my blankets ready to fall back to sleep and ignore the rude person that was waking a future Alpha up.
“Night?” the person whimpered.
Damien.
I shot up again, my head spinning and throbbing in protest, and managed to focus on Damien’s disheveled figure standing in my door way. He was wearing baggy jeans and a light blue hoodie. His appearance was
