Morning glory

Zander’s POV

I swear to the Goddess, if those two don’t have a bloody good reason for waking me with their nonsense so early, I might just have their pelts for area rugs in our new suite.

“Still awake then?” Christian asks over the link, so as not to disturb Liberty’s sleep.

“How did you know?” I huff, lifting my forearm to lay across my closed eyes. The rain is beating, hard against the window and the wind is rattling the shutters. It’s peaceful, an almost hypnotic kind of white noise, despite the ferocity of its source. I think the storm Liberty has warned us about might be on its way.

“I can feel you seething from over here.” The fucker replies with a hint of amusement. There is literally only Liberty separating us, I’m not surprised he can feel my displeasure with our half wit Betas. Though, to be honest, most of my foul mood is from thinking about what the day has in store for us.

“Mmm, well, it doesn’t seem like you are in a much better mood.” I try to shut him down and get a fe