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Hit me or Kiss me?

Author: Lila martedi
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-30 00:59:06

Bennett POV

My alarm blared beside me and I winced as I slammed my fist down on it. “Cut it out”

“Fuck me,” I muttered as I dragged myself out of bed, ignoring the dull throb in my chest and the restlessness of my wolf.

I had barely managed two hours of sleep before my alarm went off. Now I have to face him at school while sporting a headache.

My whole body ached, it felt like I had been hit by a truck. No, scratch that—like I’d been run over, dragged for a mile then hit again for good measure.

My muscles were tight, my nerves frayed and I could still feel the ghost of Luca’s hands on my skin, his breath in my ear, and the warmth of his body pressing into mine.

I showered fast, threw on a hoodie and jeans, and padded downstairs.

The scent of pancakes hit me before I reached the kitchen. My mom was already at the stove while Zoe, my little sister, sat at the table, nose buried in her phone.

“Morning baby,” my mum said as she glanced over at me. “You look like hell.”

“Thanks, mum,
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