Hazel's POV.

I flopped my eyes open and met Alpha Matteo standing beside me. Hands crossed akim onto his bare, well-built chest, hair well arranged, and eyes staring directly at me.

I stretched myself lazily on the bed. "Good morning, Alpha."

He groaned and squatted, leaning just a few centimeters above me. "Good morning, little one. I can see you enjoyed your night," he said, running a thumb across my face, patting some strands of hair on it.

"Yes, I did. Courtesy of you and the goddess," I smiled, shying away under his stares. He didn't say any other words afterward. Just stood still, pinning me with a gaze that...