DIMITRIS POV
It was one of those rare weekends where I'd opted to be in charge of group training. Luke kept ditching to be with Miguel, and honestly, I found myself wishing the honeymoon phase was over with already. I got it; It was hard to be away from your mate. But he had responsibilities in this pack, he wasn't my Gamma for nothing. So this morning I was heading to his room to pull him out of bed and get his ass to the training yard. He couldn't skip out with me there. Standing in front of his door, I knocked three times loudly. No response.
"Luke! Get up and let's go!" I yelled.
Sounds of rustling and groaning drifted to me through the door. A second later, Miguel opened the door dressed in sweatpants and a backwards t-shirt. It was obvious I'd woken him up.
"Good morning Alpha."
