-LYKOAN’S POV-
I awoke around 7 a.m. with a snarl on my lips because of Jacques mentally yelling in my head.
“Vampires are at the border!”
“It’s your pack ― your problems.” I hissed and blocked the mind-link. I had bigger things on my mind.
The stunning she-wolf still lay there on my chest. She slept like she had no care in the world. Yet, every fiber in my being admired her; desired her. Kudos to her. My tongue darted out to wet my dry lips.
“Wake up.” I whisper-yelled.
She did not stir. I used a finger to trace the outline of her pretty face. Sultan purred, begging me to stay in bed with her. No. I couldn’t. There was a lot of work to be done. In opposition, he began whimpering, which annoyed me.
“I’m keeping her.” He huffed.
“Don’t start with me, Sultan.” I rebuked him.
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