Ian woke up slowly. It's bright in the room, sunlight streaming from the window. He was content- muscles pleasantly sore and satisfied. He turned to look at the clock, careful not to wake a sleeping omega who's laying on his chest. Nine am. He carefully slid one of his arms from around Railyns waist and reached for his abandoned phone on the nightstand, ignoring the accumulated text messages.
Most of them were from his cousins. The Alpha faintly remembered the events from the previous day. He’s still in a rut, but more awake than before.
He stared up the ceiling, willing his mind to focus on a random dot on the white expanse. When it doesn’t sharpen in his gaze, he knew that there’s still a day for his Alpha to get out of the rut.
Automatically his eyes shifted towards the sleeping om
