"To love someone is not always to keep them close; it is sometimes to let them walk away, so that you may fight the battles they must never face."
The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that my blanket was gone. The second thing I noticed was why. A heavy, warm, unrelenting weight was draped across my waist like an iron chain. Not just any arm, of course. Alaric and I cracked one eye open, glaring at the tangle of golden hair half-buried in the pillow beside me. The mighty Alpha King, conqueror of kingdoms, terror of the battlefield, and a blanket thief.
"Unbelievable," I muttered under my breath, tugging at the corner of the sheet.
The arm tightened immediately, locking me in place. "You're not going anywhere," he rumbled, voice low and wrecked with sleep.
"Excuse me," I whispered back, "I was not planning to go anywhere. I was planning on surviving, which currently looks impossible with you trying to suffocate me.
