He laid as close to the edge of his side as possible, giving me most of the bed. I was tempted to build a pillow wall just out of spite. His tone and actions were confusing me. Was he not a night guy? Is that why I’d never seen him at a party? Or was all of this just as stressful for him as it was for me? And why the hell was I so curious for answers?
Within minutes and before I had even settled in, Monte was lightly snoring.
There was a part of me that wanted to wake him up and talk. I had so many questions, but the way he was snapping at me before he fell asleep, I didn’t dare. But boy did I want to.
One thing was very clear—I was far more interested in learning more about my mate than I wanted to be.
Monte
Chapter 9
I woke up feeling like I had a bad hangover. I tried to open my eyes, but the room was too bright. I moaned and shut them tight.
Damn, that was some dream last night.
The memories of my dreams were so vivid. That didn’t happen often.
I snorted. Zoey Rey was my mate. It was laughable. She was gorgeous, of course, but not my type. At least not in reality, only in my dreams. And man had it been a hell of a crazy dream.
Stretching, I tried to roll to my side, but something was pinning me to the bed.
Slowly I opened my eyes and looked down to find an arm wrapped around my waist and realized there was a soft body pressed against me. Looking around I also realized I was not in my room.
What the hell?
Mate,my wolf growled, and I jumped out of the bed, nearly dragging the woman with me.
Zoey Rey was in my bed. She’d been wrapped around me while I slept.
Mine, my wolf reminded me.
“Shit! It wasn’t a dream,” I muttered as everything came flooding back to me.
She moaned, and I grew instantly hard. What the hell was happening?
My brain was struggling to believe everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. I had a mate, something I wasn’t sure I even wanted, yet here she was sleeping in my bed.
I looked around the room as everything seeped back in.
None of it was a dream. It was all real. Zoey Rey was my mate.
I cringed remembering the horrible comment I’d left on her video announcement of the new Rock Steady climbing gear. At the time I had been frustrated that they had given it to someone outside the community. I’d secretly rooted for her to fail.
My wolf growled angrily in my head.
I knew I had to help her shine now.
Mine, he reminded me once more.
She finally opened her eyes and caught me staring down at her.
As she moaned again and stretched slowly, waking up, I turned and escaped to the bathroom. The last thing I needed was her seeing the evidence of what those little moans of hers did to me.
But once there, I realized that myproblemwasn’t just going to go away with her out of sight. Not knowing what else to do, I turned on the shower, stripped, and stepped in. I wasso hard it was physically uncomfortable. Is this what waking up with her by my side was going to be like every time?
I groaned as I closed my eyes and let my mind wander to visions of her in bed and the feel of her soft body pressed against mine.
As I reached down to stroke myself and handle the situation without embarrassing her, I let myself really think of her—long blonde hair, big blue eyes, and a body that makes my mouth water.
