BOTD: Love is not a game.
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Penelope's POV
I wake up from my sleep feeling something tickle on my skin. I groggily open my eyes and try to move my hand where I am feeling ticklish to only realize that my hand has been squeezed by someone very hardy. I groan and open my eyes only to come across a heartwarming scene.
My heart churns when I look at Dexton who is sleeping while holding my hand. I can see worry lines on his forehead and lighter bags under his eyes telling me about his sleepless nights. I know that it must have been very hard for him to find me unconscious like that and knowing that I was positioned, that I could also get snatched away from him like his old mate.
I again look at his face carefully, noticing his features. He is such a well-crafted wolf with each part of his
