MINE OR YOURS
~TATE POV~
“I cannot believe he’s still asleep,” I muttered, shaking my head as I tiptoed past the bed.
Daxon was spread out across it like a starfish, mouth open, snoring faintly. One arm dangled over the side, and I could’ve sworn he twitched when I muttered, like his wolf heard me but didn’t care.
Mathias smirked, buttoning his black shirt in the mirror. “Daxon can sleep through a hurricane. He’s not a morning person.”
“That’s not true,” I said, rifling through the closet. “He always went with you to drop Myra and me off at school.”
Mathias arched a brow. “That’s because you were there, Princess. Before you came, he wouldn’t wake up until noon.”
I rolled my eyes, tugging on a pair of jean shorts and a fitted blue T-shirt. “So I was basically his alarm clock. Got it.
