Chapter Fourteen

VENOM was awakened by the birds' synchronized chirping and the crowing of the morning rooster. As soon as he opened his eyes, his body jerked up and his hands ruffled his short hair.

"Shit!" he muttered in a croaked voice and looked around his studio-style cabin.

The sun had already risen, and its bright rays were filtering through his open windows. The door was slightly opened asserting that someone went out while he was in a slumber. His gaze darted to his mattress, which was covered with a crumpled bedsheet. Someone slept next to him, and the scents of apple, vanilla, and mint filled his nostrils as proof.

A scowl tugged Venom's facial muscle as he smacked his forehead and grunted, "Damn it!" He had fallen asleep last night due to fatigue and had forgotten to join the pack warriors patrolling the borders.

It was the first time he had neglected his responsibilities, and while he wanted to blame the prince for constantly bothering him, he should also repriman