Cole’s old bedroom before he became Alpha.
Three hours later, and not a wink of sleep accomplished, all Hayden could do was smell him and his scent of frost and earth. Her bloodshot eyes stared unseeingly at the clock, watching as the bright numbers turned to 1:50.
She could try to convince herself that she wasn’t able to fall asleep because the other Alphas in this town wanted her dead, but she knew she would be fooling herself. Something else was keeping her awake, making her want to get up and pace back and forth.
Her sleeplessness could also be contributed to the fact that someone was downstairs. They were quiet enough, but she could still sense them. Now that she had acute senses, the prospect of getting peace and quiet seemed virtually impossible.
“Shoot me,” Hayden moaned at the clock.
A wolf in the distance suddenly cried and she tensed. Rolling around, she stared at the open window. The moon was bright in the sky, cruelly reminding her of the upcoming transformation. It was approaching quickly and she feared she wouldn’t be ready no matter when it came.
After coming home from The Lounge , Addie had invited Hayden to watch a movie with the pack. Cole had opted out and Hayden had followed suit. She had felt homesick and too uncomfortable staying with the pack, especially when half of the members distrusted her presence. Briefly, she wondered how long it would take her to adapt. More importantly, she wondered if it was even possible to adapt and accept what she was.
Throwing her sheets aside, Hayden tiptoed quietly outside her room, hoping she didn’t wake anyone. The only others sleeping on the top floor were Addie and Devan, and Hayden definitely didn’t want to wake the latter. Fortunately, her eyes had improved since the bite and she could easily see where she was going through the night-lit halls.
As she descended the winding staircase, she could already identify the man who stood in the living room. It was as if she had a sixth sense when it came to him .
She wondered if she could sense his restlessness because he was her Alpha now, but then again, Blake’s snoring sounded a few feet away, clearly untroubled with Cole’s wakefulness. She supposed the others were just as conditioned to the fact that Cole was up during the night
Stopping on the last step, Hayden leaned her body against the railing, gazing at the man opposite of her. Her attention automatically dropped to his shirtless torso, more curious than lustful, though she did appreciate the sight.
All of his muscles were large and well defined, but they weren’t exaggerated in a body-builder kind of way. His skin was bronzed , an indication he spent a lot of time outside. Surprisingly, instead of having flawless skin, there were scars across his back. There weren’t many, but they were noticeable enough. The scars themselves were silvery in color, a clue that silver, a werewolf’s weakness, might have been the cause.
He was bracing his forearms against the window, his grave reflection easily seen thanks to the moon’s bright rays. “You should be asleep,” he murmured, his voice hoarse as he remained looking forward. His untidy black hair created a halo around his face, appearing as if he had run his hands through it countless of times in distress.
“I couldn’t sleep.” She looked down at the pajama shorts Addie had borrowed her. Since she was taller than Cole’s grandmother was, they were shorter than she would have liked . “I could…” Hayden paused, trying to come up with a more eloquent way of saying she ‘felt’ him. With the lack of sleep, Hayden went for it anyway. “I felt you down here, your agitation.”
His back muscles tensed, but his face remained stone as he gazed out the window.
“It must be because you’re my Alpha, right?” Hayden deduced, raising her eyebrows expectantly. Maybe if she hinted hard enough, he would realize that he was keeping her up as well. She was tired .
Cole inclined
Three hours later, and not a wink of sleep accomplished, all Hayden could do was smell him and his scent of frost and earth. Her bloodshot eyes stared unseeingly at the clock, watching as the bright numbers turned to 1:50.
She could try to convince herself that she wasn’t able to fall asleep because the other Alphas in this town wanted her dead, but she knew she would be fooling herself. Something else was keeping her awake, making her want to get up and pace back and forth.
Her sleeplessness could also be contributed to the fact that someone was downstairs. They were quiet enough, but she could still sense them. Now that she had acute senses, the prospect of getting peace and quiet seemed virtually impossible.
“Shoot me,” Hayden moaned at the clock.
A wolf in the distance suddenly cried and she tensed. Rolling around, she stared at the open window. The moon was bright in the sky, cruelly reminding her of the upcoming transformation. It was approaching quickly and she feared she wouldn’t be ready no matter when it came.
After coming home from The Lounge , Addie had invited Hayden to watch a movie with the pack. Cole had opted out and Hayden had followed suit. She had felt homesick and too uncomfortable staying with the pack, especially when half of the members distrusted her presence. Briefly, she wondered how long it would take her to adapt. More importantly, she wondered if it was even possible to adapt and accept what she was.
Throwing her sheets aside, Hayden tiptoed quietly outside her room, hoping she didn’t wake anyone. The only others sleeping on the top floor were Addie and Devan, and Hayden definitely didn’t want to wake the latter. Fortunately, her eyes had improved since the bite and she could easily see where she was going through the night-lit halls.
As she descended the winding staircase, she could already identify the man who stood in the living room. It was as if she had a sixth sense when it came to him .
She wondered if she could sense his restlessness because he was her Alpha now, but then again, Blake’s snoring sounded a few feet away, clearly untroubled with Cole’s wakefulness. She supposed the others were just as conditioned to the fact that Cole was up during the night
Stopping on the last step, Hayden leaned her body against the railing, gazing at the man opposite of her. Her attention automatically dropped to his shirtless torso, more curious than lustful, though she did appreciate the sight.
All of his muscles were large and well defined, but they weren’t exaggerated in a body-builder kind of way. His skin was bronzed , an indication he spent a lot of time outside. Surprisingly, instead of having flawless skin, there were scars across his back. There weren’t many, but they were noticeable enough. The scars themselves were silvery in color, a clue that silver, a werewolf’s weakness, might have been the cause.
He was bracing his forearms against the window, his grave reflection easily seen thanks to the moon’s bright rays. “You should be asleep,” he murmured, his voice hoarse as he remained looking forward. His untidy black hair created a halo around his face, appearing as if he had run his hands through it countless of times in distress.
“I couldn’t sleep.” She looked down at the pajama shorts Addie had borrowed her. Since she was taller than Cole’s grandmother was, they were shorter than she would have liked . “I could…” Hayden paused, trying to come up with a more eloquent way of saying she ‘felt’ him. With the lack of sleep, Hayden went for it anyway. “I felt you down here, your agitation.”
His back muscles tensed, but his face remained stone as he gazed out the window.
“It must be because you’re my Alpha, right?” Hayden deduced, raising her eyebrows expectantly. Maybe if she hinted hard enough, he would realize that he was keeping her up as well. She was tired .
Cole inclined
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