The Alpha's claim

🌷CHAPTER 01🌷

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She was the sun, I woke up late
I was the moon, she slept early
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Wang Yibo lay serene, his peaceful slumber a testament to his tranquil nature. His delicate features, finely chiseled and radiant, seemed almost otherworldly, as if the gods themselves had crafted him with meticulous care. The gentle curve of his eyebrows, the soft slope of his nose, and the tender shape of his lips all blended together in perfect harmony.

His skin, a flawless canvas of creamy porcelain, glowed softly in the gentle light that filtered through the window. The subtle sheen of his complexion seemed almost ethereal, as if the very essence of the moon had been distilled into his being. While his raven-black hair cascaded like a waterfall of night around his pillow, framing his face with effortless elegance.

As he slept, Yibo's chest rose and fell with a gentle rhythm, his slow, measured breaths a testament to the deep tranquility that filled his soul. His slender fingers, curled lightly into his palm, seemed to be grasping for something, even in his sleep. The overall impression was one of peaceful, untroubled slumber, as if Yibo had left all his worries and cares behind, and had surrendered himself completely to the realm of dreams.

Sizhui's eyes widened as he gazed at Yibo's sleeping form, his chest rising and falling with a gentle rhythm. He had seen Yibo sleep before, but there was something about this moment that left him breathless. Maybe it was the soft, golden light that filtered through the window, casting a warm glow over Yibo's tranquil features. Or maybe it was the way Yibo's raven-black hair cascaded around his pillow, framing his face with effortless elegance.

Whatever the reason, Sizhui's feet seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move or look away from the captivating sight before him. He felt as though he was trapped in a dream, one from which he didn't want to awaken. Time seemed to stand still as he gazed at Yibo, his heart pounding in his chest with a mix of emotions.

Just as Sizhui was about to shake off his trance-like state, a deep, commanding voice echoed from the doorway, shattering the spell that had held him entranced. "Sizhui, what's taking so long?" Jingyi, the Alpha and Yibo's bodyguard, strode into the room, his piercing gaze scanning the space until it landed on Yibo's sleeping form.

Sizhui quickly composed himself, a faint blush rising to his cheeks as he realized he had been caught staring at Yibo. "Jingyi, I was just... uh... trying to wake Yibo up," he stammered, attempting to sound nonchalant despite the fact that his heart was still racing.

Jingyi raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "I think you were doing more than that, Sizhui," he said, his deep voice tinged with a knowing tone. Sizhui's blush deepened, and he looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Yibo stirred, his eyelids fluttering open like delicate petals unfolding from a flower. He blinked groggily, his gaze focusing on Sizhui and Jingyi, who stood watching him with knowing smiles. A scowl creased his forehead as he sat up, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. "What time is it?" he mumbled, his voice husky with sleep, like a soft, melodious instrument being played in the morning light.

Yibo's scowl deepened, his eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. "Why did you wake me up so early?" he complained, his tone petulant, like a child being roused from a cozy nap. Sizhui and Jingyi exchanged a look, their eyes sparkling with amusement at Yibo's grumpy demeanor.

Sizhui spoke up, his voice gentle, but firm. "Yibo, it's already 8:30. We're going to be late for college." Yibo's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto Sizhui's face with a mixture of shock and alarm. He flopped back onto his bed, closing his eyes in a futile attempt to cling to the remnants of his slumber.