The Alpha & His Nerd

Chapter 7: Saturday's at the Cooper household - Part 1

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Chapter 7: Saturday’s at the Cooper household - Part 1

Light penetrated through the room as I heard the scraping of the curtains opening.

“Wake up.” I heard a whisper.

I swatted my hand in the direction of the noise, hoping for the pestering to end.

“Hey, get up.” The voice demanded.

I turned, facing away from bothersome sound and buried myself deeper into the lush covers.

“Fine, have it your way. Now move up.”

I shielded my ears and scrunched myself up in protest. I felt a sudden blast of cool air as the covers were hauled off me. I felt the bed sink as somebody slid in beside, wrapping me up in the duvet again. Their arms circled themselves around me then pushed me further down the bed.

“What in the world are you doing?” I demanded.

“Going to sleep, this is my bed after all.” The familiar masculine voice replied. I came out of my ball and turned around to face dark eyes that gazed deep into mine.

“Get off of me!” I pushed away from him with all my might but it seemed to have no effect. Instead, he pulled me closer so I was resting on his naked toned chest. Damn it!

“I thought you were tired?” He asked innocently.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll wake up, just let me go.” I begged.

“I don’t think I want to.” He smirked at me.

“What time is it?” I asked, failing to scramble out of his hold.

He looks to his right, “12.47pm” he said then gently closed his eyes.

“Hey! Let go! I need to take a shower!” I screamed, pounding at his sexy bare chest.

His eyes shot open “Mind if I join you?” He grinned, his gaze instantly brightening.

“No! You’re a freaking pervert, you know that?!” I grumbled, slapping his chest.

“Ouch! That stung!” He held his hand to his heart feigning hurt.

I shoved him again, this time he let go.

“My shirt has risen.” his husky voice whispered into my ear.

“What are you talking about?" I replied, my heart thudding against my chest "You’re not even wearing a shirt.” 

“I know I’m not wearing one, but you are.” His eyes darkened, trailing down my body. I peered down at the shirt he had given me, realising my black panties were in full view. They weren’t flashy laced ones or big old granny pants. They were plain and made out of cotton.  

I squealed, leaping out of the bed and tugging his shirt down. Rushing into the bathroom, I locked myself in. At least I was away from that hormonal animal. Uh...he's technically a wolf. The way his mood changed from utter disgust to lust is illogical but the fact that he forced me to stay at his house is just down right evil.