No Laughing Matter

Waking up in Jackson’s arms was somehow different this morning than it had been the last time I slept next to him. Since I marked him, I have been able to sense his emotions better than before. He seemed to be content as he slept next to me, then a little annoyed as he started to stir, which made me laugh.

“Good morning, Alpha.” I whispered as I lifted my head to kiss his cheek. He answered by pulling his arms tightly around me and burying his face in the crook of my neck. I laughed a little and swatted him away. “Get up, we have a pack to run and it’s almost ten,” I urged.

He rolled over to his back and groaned with his arm over his eyes. “Don’t make me open the curtains.” I threatened as I set up and looked down at the man sleeping next to me.

He groaned again. “Not the curtains.” His voice was husky and he still sounded very sleepy. I leaned over him and placed both my hands on his cheeks. This caused him to move his arm, open his eyes and look at me. “Good morning, Luna.” He gr