Page 121 of Knot my Alphas

Julian is still tangled up in the sheets and fast asleep. I don’t want to wake him up but we can’t risk being late today.

Going over to the bed, I shake him by the shoulders. “Come on. It’s time to wake up.”

“Five more minutes.”

“Nope! You need to get up and take a shower right now.”

He’s so sleepy, he’s barely able to blink up at me.

Leaning down, I pepper his face with kisses. “Come on, my sleepy prince,” I say, pecking his lips. “Wake up for me.”

He moans.

“I need my prince to fight off the awful dragon,” I say, continuing to kiss him all over his face.

“Ugh!” he mutters, batting his hand at me. “Get off me.”

Chuckles escape me as I continue to annoy him.

Julian finally opens his eyes, staring up at me angrily. Strands of his ash-blond hair fall over his face as he sits up. Swiping them away, he pouts.

“You can be mad at me all you want,” I say, sticking my tongue out at him. “But, you’ve got to go and get dressed.”

A heavy sigh escapes him. “I’m not mad,” he says, grabbing my wrist and suddenly jerking me toward him.

The sudden movement has me sprawling onto his lap.

Taking advantage of my surprise, he captures my lips in a searing kiss.

My fingers fist into his shirt as I deepen the kiss, pouring out every emotion I’m feeling right now.

Julian’s violet eyes are bright and alert when I break away. “What’s the time?” he asks.

“Close to seven.”

“Dang!” he mutters, climbing off the bed. “I’m going to have to run now.”

“You can take a shower here.”

“Nah. All the clothes I need are in my room.” Moving closer, he pecks my lips. “How about we get dressed and meet up in the entrance hall?”

I nod. “Sure.”

Julian jogs out of my room, nearly tripping on a stray pizza box on the floor.

My room is a big mess right now but there’s no time to be cleaning it up right now. The only thing I do is collect the pizza boxes and stack them up in a corner.

Moving to the closet, I bring out my clothes.

My choice of attire for the day is a pale-pink sleeveless dress with a sweetheart neckline. Donning it, I pose before the mirror.

The dress gives me the effect I’m looking for. My push-up bra and the low-cut neckline enhance my cleavage, drawing the eye to my bare neck and shoulders.

My emerald-green eyes are lit up with suppressed rage. I purposely chose the dress to lure in my prey.

Next, I pick up a white jacket. It zips up to my neck, hiding the sexiness of my dress.

Despite my ulterior motives, I want to appear demure and respectful for the memorial ceremonies this morning. I keep my makeup light and fashion my hair into a neat French braid.

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