DAMON.
Craaasssh!
Ugh.
Waking up every day on a sofa is not doing me any favors.
I carefully pull myself up and away from the broken shards of the stool and tray littered all over the floor.
This is the fourth night of sleeping in my study and I am already over it.
My musings are stopped by the sounds of running feet before my door bursts open.
"Alpha. I heard... a crash. Did you fall over again," Ryder, my beta and friend asks with a mocking lilt.
"What? No. No, I just decided I would like to wake up on the floor with sharp wooden shards poking at me," I reply sarcastically.
"You know we have other rooms you can use. There is no need for you to make yourself suffer like this."
"No."
"No?"
"No. I want my own room."
And no, I am not pouting.
"Right," Ryder remarks.
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