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HUNTER’s POV It is the second day and sleeping beauty has still not awaken. In fact, she has contracted a fever and that is never a good sign. It means her body is waging war against an infection, and it is a war I hope she will win. The pack doctor, Doctor Olcan came by again this morning but left saying the same thing, that he has administered the antidote and that it is up to her will to survive now. I sit in my favourite armchair by her bedside with hands clasped and elbows propped on my knees as I watch her. Her brows crease in her sleep and she murmurs incoherently. Is she having a nightmare?

I turn to leave, silently placing the bottled water and aspirin on the nightstand, only to be stopped by the girl's groan. "The hell? Where am I?" She asks, sitting up straight and rubbing her left eye, in a low raspy voice. I try to ignore the way her hazel eyes penetrate my skin, erecting a few goosebumps here and there as they travel around the room before landing on my bare chest. Behind her intense stare is some unease. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," I say, raising my lips in a lopsided smile as my eyes scan the outline of her body. "There's no need to stare at me, princess; I have a cardboard cutout in my bedroom that you can have when you're leaving."

|Later In The Evening| Sarah had no idea when she slept off but then came back alive, she sensed a hand stroking her hair. After perceiving the scent of the person, she groaned sadly and flung her eyes open, meeting with the dark eyes of her mate. She groaned again and steered tiredly on the bed not wanting to start up. "Sleeping beauty," Jake commented on her sleepy face that looked cuter with her lips pouting like any other day. She looked beautiful to him when she was asleep and he enjoyed looking at her face.

Blake’s POV 10 minutes before Hope screams in her sleep. I look down at sleeping beauty in my arms. Her eyelids flutter and she mumbles something in her sleep. But it is no fairy tale dream she is having. Her brows furrow and I frown, resting myself on my elbow and leaning nearer to study her face. Beads of sweat have formed on her forehead and her breathing is fast starting to become laboured. I can smell her fear. She is having a nightmare.

I checked every part of the house but found nothing out of the ordinary. I told my parents about it and they increased the security of the house, hired caretakers to watch the surroundings and that reassured me, but I continued to feel that I was being watched. One night, I dreamt that I was in a place similar to heaven, there were clouds surrounding me and in the distance I heard a man's voice. -Finally we see each other Celeste. A booming voice came, I looked around but saw no one. -¿Who are you? -Who I am is not important, what really matters is that I found you and that we can finally be together forever.

It went to a halt and was hazy. "W-What?" Drew grabbed the wine glass in my other hand and softly put it back on the table. I blinked my eyes. I couldn't think properly, but my body moved along with him. I looked at Bobita and Ceilo. They were smiling wide, clasping their hands together, and their eyes were like hearts to me. "Excuse me, may I borrow Beauty from you guys?" Drew asked for permission politely. "Sure! Not a problem, Mr. Drew. Beauty is yours," Bobita smiled.

"How do you feel, angel?" She hums, the sound sleepy and content. "Mmm.. amazing and tired." I chuckle, brushing my fingers along her waist. "You're amazing," I say, and mean it. "Get some sleep, beautiful." She shifts, turning in my arms, her eyes barely open. She gives me a small, sweet kiss and then nestles into my chest. It doesn't take long before her breathing evens out, her body falling heavy with sleep. I lie here, holding everything I've ever wanted in my arms.

Tina must have chosen the dress because Stella has always been conservative and even Tina teases her about being a virgin. I wonder if she's still that or if she's given her virginity to someone else. If that was the case, I'd like to see the bastard for myself. The sleeping beauty groans and stirs in her sleep in a way that pushes her to the edge and just like during their sleepovers in her younger years, she is going to fall the next minute so my hands act quickly to hold her. However, they land on her two soft breasts as I place her back to the sofa.

David went to bed that night thinking about the deal he made with his daughter. He could tell that Lily was insisting on having the little woman because she truly liked her and a sense of anxiousness could be spotted in his daughter's eyes even though she tried concealing it. It was their first meeting,so why was Lily so down to that little woman? David had to admit that she was eye-catching. Her innocent eyes and purity emanation from within her added to her charms. She was very beautiful even while dressed so casually.

She remembered the day when they awkwardly talked inside the same chamber. Maridelle switched on the side lamp. It has dimly illuminated the chamber. The light isn't enough to brighten the room, but it is sufficient for her to behold him sleeping. She lay herself beside him. Her face is so near on his. His face on the warm light of the lamp look so flawless. Maridelle let her fingers dance on his cheeks. His lips are lush and soft. She wanted to feel it again; how it would taste on her lips. “You are deep asleep. I guess you might be that tired,” she whispered on the air.