Dante's POV
I slept in Zane's ward the whole night with his hand clasped between my palms and head buried in his bed.
"Dante ?” Zane cooed as he ran his fingers softly in my hair. "You need to wake up, buddy,” he gently said while continuing to stroke my head.
It felt so comforting that I made a tiny noise of contentment, making him chuckle.
I could smell my mates' sweet scent too but my mind was only preoccupied by Zane's ministrations.
"Dante, if you continue seeking my touch like that, your mates are going to kill me right now,” Zane whispered in my ear and that made me jump on my feet in seconds.
"So you care about his death more than us ?” Rowland's jealous voice came in from behind.
The sexy beast was wearing a tight shirt that showed off his muscles at all the right places when he crossed his arms, making me drool over them.
"You are drooling and believe me, it looks really un-sexy,” the fvcking patient whispered in my ear from behind, on the bed. This teasing mf, ughhh.
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