8-Spoke too soon

When the alarm for training started blaring in Temperance’s room, she tried to move but she couldn’t. She is the little spoon in a big, hard body cocoon. Her whole body is sparking and tingling. And she feels safe.

SAFE? In the arms of the man who want to overthrow her.

Temperance wiggles away, waking Sebastian in the process.

“Sorry Tempe for touching,” Sebastian groans, rubbing his face. “But you have to admit for only getting 4 hours of sleep, it was a good 4 hours.”

“I’m not admitting anything to you. Unless you are agreeing to me as Alpha,” Temperance raises an eyebrow at him.

“You can’t honestly think you would make a better Alpha than I would,” Sebastian is still laying in bed. He is shirtless, which he wasn’t last night.

Temperance looks down at herself and she is still dressed at least.

“Yes, I do,” Temperance answers him. “It is the role I was born for. I will earn the respect of the pack.”

“According to Drek, you have them already,” Sebastian says absentmindedly. He doesn’t