Alpha Greyson Beckett is the newly crowned kind of all 12 England werewolf packs a firm believer that men are superior to women, that women should bow down to men and except them as being the superior gender. He does not believe in mates. He views m...
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A/N:Their new and improved room and bathroom.😍 I spent way to much time looking for these pictures lmao. I had so much fun looking for things on Pinterest. So many choices. Anywho thanks to those few readers I have out there! I appreciate your views and I would love if you guys left comments about what you think!!!!
Groaning I stretch my legs out, loving the way the silk sheets feel on my skin. Peaking one eye open I squint at the sunlight pouring through the windows. Letting my eyes adjust to the light I blink a few times. I slowly look around the room looking at it in full effect. I hear a door opening and I turn my head, catching Greyson walking out of what must be the bathroom.
He has a towel wrapped around his waist, hanging low. I take my time raking my eyes up and down his well defined body. Noting every ridge of every muscle into my memory. My eyes travel lower and lower reaching the v shaped line of muscle that leads below his towel. A small patch of hair right smack in the middle.
Holy fucking shit my mate is hot. Like god damn I could stare at his shirtless body all day. And if he was naked, oh good god all day and all night I could look at him, rubbing my hands up and down his chest.
A throat clearing brings me out of the fog my mate put me in. Focusing on his now smirk written face. I frown, knowing he is fully aware of what I was thinking about.
"Goodmorning mate." He says to me giving me a wink. I throw the covers over my head and groan. There's absolutely no damn way I can be friends with him. I hear him chuckle from across the room.
"Morning." I mumble out.
"How are you feeling this morning?" He asks me. I fold the blankets back down over my head. And peak out at him. He is pulling his shirt down, now fully dressed and walking towards me.
"I'm ok. There isn't too much pain today. I'm actually impressed of good I feel right now." I say to him giving him a small smile.
"That's great. Are you hungry for some breakfast? I can have some brought to the room? Maybe for some breakfast in bed?" He questions.
I nod my head eagerly, not even remembering the last time I ate.
"Alright there killer. Give me a few minutes to go get everything ready. I will be right back." He gives me a quick kiss on the cheek before turning and walking out of the room. Once the door shuts I slowly get up from the bed. Sitting on the edge I start to ease my weight onto my feet, standing up.
I slowly make my way towards the bathroom, shutting the door behind me once I get in. Turning around my mouth drops looking around the gorgeous bathroom. I would be content never ever leaving this bathroom. I quickly do my business, and stand in front of the mirror. Holy shit I look horrible. I cringe at the sight of myself. I splash some water on my face in hopes it will help a little. Fixing my shirt, I sigh. This is good enough for now.
I open the door back up and make my way towards the bed again. Settling in before he comes back with food.
He enters the room with a tray of food in his hands. And a smile on his face. He brings it over to me and lays it on the bed beside me.
"Well don't just lay there. Eat up." He says to me going over to the other side of the bed and sitting down.
I sit up and pull myself towards the food. Looking at all the goodies he brought me. Fruit, pancakes, eggs, pastries, and muffins. There's no way I can eat all this. I look down at my stomach. Patting it before digging into the food.
Eating as much of it as I can so I don't hurt his feelings. I'm so full. I can't finish this bite of this fucking fantastic waffle.
He catches me struggling with the food and chuckles.
"You don't have to eat it all you know." He says to me. I instantly drop the fork down and groan out at the fullness I feel right now.
He shakes his head at me and grabs the tray of food, picking up where I left off. He quickly shoves the food down his throat finishing everything.
Even when he's shoving his face, he still manages to look flawless. I shake my head at my inner thoughts.
He sets the fork down and puts the now empty tray on the ground.
"Was your breakfast good?" I ask him.
"Wouldn't be my first choice at what I want for breakfast but it will do." He says to me with a wink. Heat instantly fills my core.
"So um what do you want to do today?" I ask him. Avoiding his proclamation completely.
"I was thinking we could move this party to the living room, we could take over the couches and watch some movies for the day? I figured that would be an easy day. Then I figured tomorrow we could do something with maybe a little more movement? Depending on how you're feeling of course." I nod my head in agreement.
"Absolutely I think that is a great idea. I don't want to be cooped up in this house anymore." He frowns.
"Nothing is wrong with the house. It's just that I..um... I get stir crazy." I look up at him and see him chuckling at me. He enjoys watching me make a fool of myself.
"Alright movie time." He says to me. He once again puts his arms underneath my legs and lifts me up off the bed.
