Chapter 109
Everly POV
Two weeks later
“Everly wake up. You’re late again,” Valen says, shaking me out of my deep sleep. A growl escapes, and I tug m y pillow over my head. He growls, ripping the heavy drapes open and flooding the room with light that seared my eyeballs from their sockets..
“Everly up!” Valen growls, ripping the blanket off me. My eyes felt like sandpaper, and I was so damn exhausted. No matter how early I went to bed, I always woke up feeling like crap, and it didn’t help that he watched me like a damn hawk. And wouldn’t allow me any coffee, making me question if that was an addiction. I usually had two before I even did the school run, and now no caffeine has resulted in me becoming a zombie.
“No. leave me,” I whined.
“Valarian was ten minutes late yesterday and today. The tantrum I just dealt with was insane! Now up! You were supposed to do the school runs the last two days, and on both days, he couldn’t wake you, and I had
to come home!”
“I’m tired,” I told him, reaching blindly for the blanket
that he tugged away.
“Up!” he says slapping my backside and earning a growl.
“Why,” I whined.
“Because it is time to get up!” he snaps.
“Time for you to get up. I don’t have to be anywhere,” I growl. It was my day off. I wanted to sleep!
Valen growls and storms out of the room, and I snuggle beneath my blanket when I wrinkle my nose at the smell of coffee. The smell I couldn’t stand sent me running for the bathroom, but damn, did I miss the taste and the energy buzz. The scent grew more potent, and I growled as his scent wafted in from behind me and the pungent aroma of caffeine goodness.
“I swear if you made that just to make me get up to puke, I would provide the damn vasectomy myself,” I snarl before I gasp, my throat burning. It was such an odd reaction to the one thing I loved. Once I threw up, I was good to drink it. Just the initial smell always got to me.
Flushing the toilet, I quickly rinsed my mouth while glaring at him in the mirror as I watched him take a sip. He was pushing my limits. I snarled as I stood up while he smiled tauntingly.
“Ah, be nice, D)4»(:Fa I may let you drink it,” he says.
“Hand the coffee over, hun, or I feel this mining deal may not go through,”
I tell him, “I hear the owner is a real bitch without her morning coffee,” and his smile falls.
Maybe him knowing now would play to my advantage.
When I brought it, I knew if the packs knew, they would hunt me down and probably kill me, but with Valen and my Dad behind me, no one would dare touch me now.
“You can’t blackmail me, and that was my land you brought,” Valen tells me.
“No claims, therefore, no-man’s-land and now my land,” I tell him, putting my hands on my hips.
“I still can’t believe you did that, and you nearly started a war between me and slasher pack Alpha.”
I reach for the mug, but he pulls his hand away. “That land would make a nice protected reserve,” I muse, folding my arms across my chest. He glares at me before cocking his eyebrow at me and not taking his eyes from mine while sipping the coffee.
I purse my lips. “Maybe I might sell the land right out the back of your territory. Slater, I heard, was looking to extend. I am sure he would offer a good amount for the spot right at the back. Do you know where I am talking about? Where your packhouse is,” I told him.
“You wouldn’t dare, then you would get yourself in trouble!” he says and smirks.
“It was kind of the intention when I brought it, you know, to cause trouble, and I hear it was quite the headache for the Blood Alpha,” I tell him, and he clicks his tongue.
“Fine, one coffee, one Everly. And once that jar is gone now more, it should last you a while,” he says.
“The whole jar?” I ask excitedly, and he nods.
“Deal?” he asks, holding out his hand. “Two a day?” I retort.
“One!” he says.
“Three!”
“One!”
“Three, and you have a deal,” I tell him, and he growls.
“Two then,” he says, and I smile, shake his hand, and he gives me the cup. I take it excitedly and have a sip before it comes spraying out my mouth as I spit it back in the cup. Valen laughs.
“What the f*ck, Valen! That is not coffee,” I snarl. “We had a deal,” he laughs. “And you shook on it,”
“Yes, a deal for coffee! Not whatever the heck that is!”
“Decal!” he says, and I growl. “Well, I know never to let you go over a contract. Always verify what you’re making a deal on, Luna,” Valen laughs. I pull a face at him and flip him the finger behind his back as he walks out. I get dressed, pouting about my coffee fix that was not coffee.
Once dressed, I texted Zoe and Macey to see what they were doing since the hotel was under
renovations. We had so much spare time on our hands, and it was like the moment we stopped working, all of us crashed and burned.
Working seven days a week for months on end, you don’t realize how tired you become until you have one day off. The girls agreed to meet up with me for lunch,
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