19 Werewolf or Weather

Azura

“Are you kidding me?” I ask, shaking my head in disbelief.

Is he serious? He can’t be, right?

My wolf begs me to let him sleep beside us, she is so desperate for this and I feel my throat dry as he stares at me coldly, making me realize that he is adamant about it.

“You can’t possibly think of me sleeping with you in one bed, right?” I giggle as he simply folds his hands and glares at me with his cold brown eyes that are missing their warmth.

“You’re not assuming that I’ll guard your bed while you take your beauty sleep, huh?” He cocks a brow at me, sighing loudly and I feel his hot breaths caressing my face which had awakened me in the first place.

“You can do that, I don’t mind,” I shrug and turn to the other side.

“But I do, Azura Riverstone,” he spits in his deep husky voice that makes the swarm of butterflies alive in my stomach.

The next thing I feel is my bed dipping as he makes himself comfortable on my bed. I turn to tell him to get off my bed but when I turn my