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*Alina POV* The next morning I wake up, very aware that I have eyes on me. Angry eyes that feel like they are scorching holes through my soul. I feel uneasy I sniff without opening my eyes, Phoenix, I sniff again very close. I open my eyes. He is sitting in the corner of the room a snarl on his face. I sit bolt upright, What is he going to do? Throw me out of the pack? I mean sometimes I wish for that, But I absolutely don’t have a death wish. A lone she wolf would live an extremely short life. He looks at me and I realize I am only in a singlet top and very short silky boxers which are completely fine pajamas as long as you don’t wake to someone in your room. But I do realize that the snarl has gone and a look of lust has replaced it. He stands, I pull my knees to my chest covering