In the morning, Iker woke up first. He felt nestled. And sure enough, his head was close to Avadh's neck and his hand was firm on Avadh's shirt. Thankfully, he was not hugging the Alpha.

　　Avadh opened his eyes and looked at Iker whose eyes were trained on him, willing him to open his eyes.

　　"What is it?" asked Avadh.

　　Iker punched him in the arms. "The woods," he growled.

　　"Okay," he sighed and sat up. He looked at Iker.

　　Iker looked delectable in the morning with sleep mussed hair and the potent glare. Avadh felt himself growing aroused. Iker could smell his Alpha's arousal and grew aroused himself.

　　He...