Alexander
The short night of torture came to an end quicker than I would have liked. Or so I thought… After staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours when in reality it must have been a few minutes, I succumbed to my aching bones and muscles, not to mention my fried brain after all that influx of information, and I fell into a blissful sleep since I could feel my mate close by.
A smack, a rudely hard one might I add, is what woke me up from my deep slumber.
“Get off me!” I hear a growling voice.
Popping my eyelids open like I wasn’t just sleeping like the dead, I can feel all colour draining from my face.
I don’t think I have ever moved quicker in my life. One moment I was still in bed, spooning a very angry young Alpha Jackson, and the next I was pressing myself into the farthe
