Big Bad Wolfie

•••Jason's POV•••

She does not look happy.

Not one bit.

She's been asleep for barely a few minutes and she already looks in pain.

She told me not to worry about it. She's obviously afraid to sleep because she doesn't want to face her dreams.

Could they be that bad?

All I want to do is go up to her and scoop her up in my arms.

But she wouldn't like that.

Not at all.

So I settled for sitting by her bedside and watching over her.

She's unconscious and there's no one around. I can act as tender as I want to towards her.

I rested my elbows on the bed and sighed, "you've got some real baggage up there don't you?" I commented under my breath.

I was staring at her, and I noticed a little scar on her neck. She has a few of them in other places too. One tiny one under her right eye, and a lower one on her left cheek.

In the dress that exposed her shoulders that I saw her in while she was trying on, I noticed some there too. I couldn't tell how deep they are, but they're not small. That's for sure.

My heart skipped a beat.

My mate has scars on her beautiful skin, quite a few, and those are just the ones I've seen. How could someone so young and beautiful get into a position to get so hurt?

I watched her shoulders, that are now covered in fabric and strands of her colorful hair, intently.

Maybe if I could just, take another look. Maybe I could put my mind at ease if I saw them again and they're not that bad.

My hand itched to move closer.

But what if they are that bad.

I stayed still for a second.

'They're not,' I heard Ki growl.

I heaved out a breath of air. He's probably right.

I still found my hand inching closer to the fabric covering Maria's shoulders.

Maybe if I just —

Maria's groan in her sleep stopped me in my tracks.

waking up yet, she hasn't gotten nearly enough sleep. I stood stock still and waited

To my relief, she didn't stir any

than to rub her cheek against my

My

Woah.

sighed, and whatever turmoil that was going on in her mind before, seemed to subside. She rested her head on my hand and leaned into my touch. And I certainly had no plans on pulling my hand away, so we stayed there, for I don't know

***Maria's POV***

My

a pair of silver cloudy ones

front of

that are also lying only inches in

A shirtless body.

jumped when everything really sunk

I slept with Wolfie!

Unfortunately, before I could really process much else, my butt slipped from the edge of the bed, and I went

up without wasting any time. I found the son of a biscuit resting on his forearm with a, rather judgmental — if I do say so

in my bed?!" I screamed

I tacked on, "You better freaking be wearing pants!

wearing pants," he

my entire being

know it wasn't your entire being, something deep in

I don't know who said that, but it wasn't

down and started patting everything down to make

I'm fully clothed.

way I

Thank the goddess.

And lucky for him.

if I wasn't, I would have ripped his throat out.

I looked back up at him with narrowed eyes, "Answer the

hands. "This is my bed," he told me, first of all. "I took it, along with everything else in this

have, oh I don't know, picked another one for tonight," I told him, shaking my head with

sacrifice my comfort?" He asked like it was the most ridiculous thing I could

have pants on, I normally sleep without

of my body freeze, but I

." He

out differently this

it reeked havoc on my

more husky and

Dark.

hand neared the exposed skin on my arm. It got there, and he glided his hand over it lightly. And I swear, he might as well have dragged a

then icy cold, and it stayed there for quite some time. Even after his hand fell from

me to meet me eye to eye from

And jeez, he really

And abs.

And arms.

. . I'm