Selene
Bastien is watching me when I wake up. Propped on his elbow and tracing patterns across my bare belly with a goofy grin on his face. Shivering in the cool morning air, and less than amused to have my covers stolen from me, I roll towards my mate, “Bastien I’m cold.” I whine.
“I’m sorry little wolf,” He chuckles, snuggling me close, “I couldn’t help myself.”
“You know it’s very creepy to watch someone sleep.” I grumble sleepily.
“I’m the Alpha, I can do whatever I want.” He counters smugly, “even if it’s creepy.”
Breathing in his familiar scent, I try to calm my stomach. Suddenly my late night snack is seeming like a very bad mistake. My insides are roiling with sour acid, and I can feel my gorge rising in my throat. For a moment, I think I might be able to ease the sickness,
