Rogue wolf

Blinking her eyes open, she got hypnotised by his exposed broad muscine chest.

His six packs were all revealed and she couldn't help but stare drowsily.

His long gold hair wasn't a mess like her's, as It was as though he wasn't sleeping because his hair was still properly arranged.

But she didn't expect to be pulled back to his chest while his eyes remained closed.

She tried rolling away but he held her in place.

"Alvin," She called as she stared at his face.

She couldn't decipher if he was really sleeping or awake.

"Make yourself feel comfortable Annabelle, because I have no plans on letting you go," he said as he released his grip a little for her to be able to feel comfortable on him.

"Seriously Alvin, don't you have pack duties to do?"

"Annabelle, will you stay properly with me or you'll continue talking?"

"So you won't let me go?" She asked with a pout.

"Time up," he said and was about tightening his grip on her but she stopped him.

"Okay, but could you please wear