Chapter 115

Sarafina’s POV

After the night shift, I deliberately cuddled up to Alpha Ragnar. He was clearly exhausted from his own sport. I watched as his chest raised and fell at an unstable rate. Running my hand across his chest, I nudged myself up with my elbow as a wedge on the bed.

I circled my fingers in a sensual movement that always made him groan in excitement. But this time around, he grabbed my arm and shot me a cold glare. I could see the waiver in his eyes; the charm was slowly wearing off.

“What is it? Did you lose your senses after getting fucked?” he shoved my hand always with cold voice that pricked my skin.

I pouted a frown trying to get his attention but he remained indifferent.

“Speak out and stop being a pathetic nuisance,” he grumbled, getting up from the bed. I scoffed silently, disgust rushing through me as he pulled his pants up.

“You are not going to spent the night?” I asked, holding the sheet to my chest.

“Know your place, you are nothing but a mistress,” he said with