Dixon couldn't remember the last time he had slept so well, because he never had before. There was always someone who woke him up rudely and even violently. He opened his eyes to find an unfamiliar ceiling and recalled the recent events in his life. On how he had come to the pack. How he had become alpha. On the arrival of his brother. On the death of his father... and on finally meeting his mate.

Your dunk.

He stood up suddenly when he smelled her scent in the distance. He turned his head looking for her when he didn't find her next to him imagining the worst scene. That she had run away again. He felt some relief to see her lying in a corner curled up in a ball wrapped in the sheet. Her position was not at all comfortable for sleeping, but she looked relaxed.

Dixon got out of bed and fixed his pants. He would not tolerate her sleeping there. She was supposed to have woken up next to him, where he would wake her up, eat her mouth and mark her body again with his scent and kisses. But