I groaned as sunlight pierced through the curtains and straight into my eyes like it had a personal grudge. Reluctantly, I stayed in bed a little longer, listening to the distant chatter echoing through the house—people talking, birds chirping, life going on. I eventually glanced at the clock. 11 a.m.
Perfect. I was officially lazy and possibly dead to the world.
With a sigh, I shoved the covers off, stretched until my joints popped, and dragged myself into the shower. After getting fresh, I dressed and made my way downstairs. I could already hear Andrew’s voice in the kitchen. My stomach knotted on instinct.
Great. Just what I needed this morning—awkward tension and an Alpha with a vendetta.
I stepped into the kitchen. Heads turned.
“Morning,” I said, offering a casual smile.
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