Third Person's POV
"Zander, you want some water?"
Elena asked tentatively, but he didn't let go. His movements had just slowed down, and he was acting like a drowsy, heavy cat.
Elena felt incredibly awkward.
She tried to reach for the scraps of fabric scattered across the bed to cover herself, terrified of what he'd think if he woke up and saw her like this.
"Liana..."
Zander buried his face in the crook of her neck again and went completely still.
"Zander?"
She called his name a few times, but the only response was his deep, steady breathing.
He was out cold. Elena wanted to cry.
If he woke up and found them like this, he was going to loathe her.
She tried to push him off, but her strength was nothing compared to a grown Alpha. She couldn't move an inch under his weight.
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