The Champion

Sasha

I woke up to strong muscular arms wrapped around me, I smiled and snuggled closer to the strong chest at my back. I vaguely remembered him coming to bed last night but I was too tired to remember when that was.

Soaking up the warmth for a little longer, I decided it was time to get the day started. Slipping from his grasp and leaving a small kiss on his lips I moved to the closet and grabbed some clothes before exiting the room.

Walking to my old room I jumped in the shower, I didn't want to wake Caleb up. He has been putting extra hours into being an alpha to this pack, I wasn't minding since my attention was on learning everything that I could from the warriors.

Stepping into some clean clothes I went downstairs to the kitchen, I paused for a moment when I saw Amy standing in the doorway drinking coffee but I just shrugged my shoulders and went to the cupboards for my own cup.

"What are you doing?" I asked her as I began to pour the nectar of the gods into my cup.

"Waiting," she said before taking a sip of her drink.

"For?" I questioned again as I moved to join her in the doorway.

She opened her mouth to say something but a loud snarl ripped through the air. I watched her face light up with a smirk before she started to turn to go back into the kitchen.

"Your messed up you know that?" I told her on a laugh.

"Trust me, giving Carver a bad time will be your favorite hobby too." She threw over her shoulder before leaving the kitchen.

Shaking my head I turned to look out into the back yard and drink my coffee, shortly after Amys retreat Carver came storming through the back yard. I watched him climb the steps to the porch, muttering the entire way before pausing mid step and looking up at me.

"Where's my cup?" He demanded with a raised eye brow.

My cup was half way to my lips and part of me wanted to take the cup and shove it down his throat but the selfish part of me wasn't willing to give it up so I settled for giving him my fuck off look.

"Fine," he grumbled and brushed past me and into the kitchen. I turned to follow him inside when I realised that there was a cup left on the counter and a small note rested beside it with Carvers name on it.

I followed behind him as he walked slowly towards the cup, he sniffed the edges of the cup but I guess deemed it worthy enough and lifted it to begin taking small sips. With his other hand he lifted the note for us both to read.

-Hope you enjoy the taste of spit, asshole.

                                         -Amy-

I gasped and held a hand to my mouth to stop the laugh that was threatening to erupt. I watched as he read the note a couple more times before gently setting the note down and grabbing the cup with both hands.

"I love spit coffee, especially when it's your spit Amy!" He yelled, while I doubled over in laughter. He sat down at the counter with his cup in his hand before turning to me with these pathetic, glossed over, insanely huge round eyes.

"What?" I bit out.

"Will you pretty please make breakfast?" He asked softly while puckering out his bottom lip. I rolled my eyes at his antics but nodded my head at him anyway.

"Yes!" He yelled while standing from the stool. "I need to go shower." I watched in gross fascination as he proceeded to lift his arm and sniff his arm pit. After a couple sniffs he pulled back with a gross look on his face. "Yeah definitely need to shower." He muttered provably more to himself than to me and was out the kitchen door.