The morning sun poured into the bedroom window and harshly hit Layla’s sleeping face. She groaned and rolled over to get out of the light. She had forgotten that Alistar was in her bed. She wanted to scream.
She wanted to believe that it all was a horrible dream. She would awake the day prior, without any mate, without any drama, without any heartache, and without any bother. But especially without the asshole who was snoring loudly beside her.