"Wake up, sleepyhead."
A low feminine growl came from beneath the covers.
"Madayah cooked breakfast and I need food to keep up my strength."
Two green eyes peered from beneath the blanket. "There's nothing wrong with your strength."
"You say that now, but I've been listening to my stomach growl for an hour and I need food."
"You could have gone to the kitchen without me."
"And face my pack alone? Not happening, your highness."
"Just what do you think they'll do?"
"They'll make s****l jokes, talk about my manhood, and demand the step-by-step story of how you romanced me."
Giggles were his answer, and he hoped he could wake up every day for the rest of his life to that sound.
They entered the kitchen hand-in-hand.
"Look who finally found their way out of bed."
"He looks weak to m
