Page 46 of Possessive Alpha

The movie, one of the newest Hollywood blockbusters, has barely started in the dark room when I smell Ty.

He drops onto the couch, in the seat I saved for him and which I needn’t have bothered because a second later, I’m sitting on his lap.

I glare at him.

He offers me a bag of candy. “Chocolate?”

I take the chocolate from him and focus on watching the movie as I nibble on chocolate and pass the bag around.

Should I sit on the couch instead of remaining in such a cozy position?

Yes.

Do I?

No.

This moment feels too good to end it so soon.

I rest my head against his chest and he slides his arm around me, pressing his lips against my forehead. It’s nice.

So nice I fall asleep in his arms and don’t wake up until a cover settles over me, a soft kiss lands on my hair, and Ty whispers, “Good night, sweetheart.”

CHAPTER 14

Istir, blinking my eyes open.

It’s late. I’m in my bed and Clara is making her usual snuffling sleeping sounds.

I’d thought Ty would have tucked me into his bed, and it’s more disappointing than I’d ever admit that he didn’t. I’m not sure who is responsible for my sleep shirt. It could have been Ty, or I woke at some point, stumbled to the bathroom to pee, and changed out of my clothes into my sleep shirt myself.

The house is quiet and…

No, that isn’t entirely true.

It’s faint, barely audible at all, but I swear someone is groaning. I know who it is.

Ty.

This isn’t a groan of pleasure. I know exactly what that sounds like, and it makes me blush as I get to my feet and tug my sleep shirt down over my thighs as I pad over to the bedroom door.

This is a groan of pain.

Clara is a deep sleeper, so I don’t have to worry about waking her as the door creaks when I pull it open. The rest of the house is quiet, everyone sleeping, so why am I the only one responding to Ty’s groans of pain?

Because we’re mates?

Clara and I are on the second floor. He’s on the one below, so I tiptoe downstairs to his door and quietly knock, not wanting to wake anyone else up.

Silence.

I hesitate about knocking again.

He’s gone to sleep now. Just leave, Martha.

The groaning has stopped, which confirms he must be okay now. I don’t know what compels me to ignore the voice in my head and instead grip the handle and push down.

Ty is on his back, the sheets twisted around his waist, and a sheen of perspiration covers his chest.

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