Samanthas POV
I woke up and looked at the clock it was 4:30AM. I could feel light breathing on my neck and Akira Purring groggily.
“Traitor.” I mutter.
“You know you like him too don’t even lie to me.” she snaps.
We both aren’t the happiest morning creatures. I try to peel out of his hold as slowly as possible to not wake him. I feel like a light switch flipped for him. What happened to the cold, arrogant, icy bastard? What happened to the ‘I don’t want a mate, you’re not my mate, blah blah blah?’ I’m not saying I don’t like it, but we seem to have skipped some vital parts here.
After using the bathroom and washing up I go back in the room to find him sprawled out over the entire bed snoring softly. He looks a good 5 years younger when he’s asleep and not constantly scowling.
“You sh
