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Samantha’s POV

I woke up on his lap. Drooling with spittle, I slept like a little child. His eyes were bloodshot. He must have watched me all night. That little fight was cool. It was Alpha Herveaux I had cussed out to all these while thinking the wolf was different. He introduced Tristan to me.

We had a nice time last night. I told him to play along as if I didn’t know who Tristan was. It worked, and we had the time of our lives. My heart was lighter. He apologized again for taking advantage of me. I recalled telling him mere apologies wouldn't be enough, and he asked me what I wanted. I almost asked that he let me through the passage so I could go back.

He asked me a thousand weird questions I couldn’t answer. "Are you awake?’ he asked with his coarse and strenuous voice. "No, I want to sleep some more," he tossed me off his legs to the floor. I thought he was mad at me just to see him smiling. "Get out!" he added, smiling.

"You couldn’t sleep?" I asked. "Is it Big Wolfie or Alpha H