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In the morning, I wake up early. Probably because I fell asleep fast since I was rxed from my bath. In
my dreams, I mostly watched Kiara sleep so it was mostly peaceful, if sad. The poor thing was
shivering all night. Right up until the moment that something startled her awake, annoyingly, her
jumping and waking up was enough to startle ME awake. For once, Bemy is still asleep. His sleep
must have been a little restless though because he’s moved off the pillows and seems to be using my
stomach as a pillow instead. His arms are wrapped around waist and he’s on a slight diagonal on the
bed, his feet so close to the edge they’re nearly hanging off. The nkets are all tangled underneath
him, he isn’t covered at all. Well, I’m stuck. Also I didn’t notice how heavy his head was when I was
sleeping but now I feel a little crushed. Still, there is no way on this that I am moving before he is
ready. I’ve seen the shadows under his eyes, he has been sleeping just as badly as I have, which is
saying something because sleeping with Bemy beside me is still the equivalent of a knock out drug.
Bemy doesn’t seem like he’s going to wake anytime soon, so I settle back into the pillows to wait. I
wonder if I can reach my phone? I struggle towards the side table for a moment, but no such luck. My
phone is just a little out of my reach. Oh well. I rx andy back. I guess I’ll keep working on my
meditating. I close my eyes and focus on Kiara. I actively rx every single one of my muscles until all
I can really feel is the warmth of Bemy lying across my stomach. I slow my breathing and bring
images of Kiara to my mind. Once again, I feel close. Like I can almost reach her. But something is
missing, some detail that I have wrong or something. That’s the problem. Since I don’t know what I’m
missing, I don’t know what it is I need to change, I don’t even know where to start! I’m not sure how
long I spend meditating and focusing, but when Bemy starts to stir, I open my eyes again. I’m
surprised to find that my hand has found its way into his hair and I have apparently been running
fingers through it for who knows how long. Bemy’s eyes crack open a little but they soon fall closed
again and he snuggles back in. Is he purring? That’s it, I’m officially convinced. Bemy does actually
purr sometimes. It’s adorable.
“Mmmh, do you think we could just stay like this all day?” Bemy mumbles and Iugh. I can feel his
head being jostled as Iugh.
“I probably could stay in bed all day, but I suspect that someone woulde looking for you sooner or
later. Probably sooner.” I point out. Bemy sighs.
“Of course they would. Ugh, fine.” With a groan, Bemy forces himself to sit up. I giggle as he
comins.
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“I thought I was the one who hated mornings.” Iment and Bemy just shrugs and climbs out of
bed. He pauses and stretches and I find myself staring.
“Ryann?” He asks.
“Huh? What?” Did I miss something? Bemy raises an eyebrow.
“I asked if you wanted to use the bathroom first?” he seems amused. I wave him off,
“No, you go ahead. I can wait.” He nods and goes about gathering his things together.
“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” I ask. Bemy steps into the ensuite and I hear the shower start.
“I have another Alpha meeting today, at around lunchtime.” Bemy calls out.
“Another one? Didn’t you have one not too long ago?” I question. I nce towards the ensuite, not sure
that I will be able to hear him through the door and over the shower, except… the door is still open. Not
the whole way, but just enough that we can still speak to each other properly. Still… is that weird? I
don’t know. It can’t be weirder than him helping me wash my hair so I guess it’s fine, as long as he isn’t
worried by it I suppose I won’t stress over it either.
“Thatst meeting was an additional meeting called because of their concerns over Tristain’s death and
theints they received, this is our regrly scheduled meeting. Although it is rather insulting that
they feel they have the right to interfere with any of the decisions I make. I don’t interfere with their
matters.” Heins.
“It does seem rather disrespectful of them. Why do they think they can do that?“I wonder aloud.
“Mostly because I’m the youngest I suspect. Theyin I’m inexperienced and that I don’t have a
mate, but honestly I suspect that the Canine and Avian Alphas wouldin either way. The jokes
on them though. I put up with their attitude for now, but one day they’ll push it too far and find
themselves being thrown out on their ass.” he says this gleefully and I snicker at the mental image.
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“What about Alpha Kohen?” I continue.
“Hmmm, he might be a bit big to throw out on his ass. I guess if I need to kick him out it might be more
of a team effort. I’ll make the guys do it instead.” he deres and this time I’m full onughing,
“No! I mean, does he try to make demands and boss you around?” I question. Bemy
chuckles to himself.
“Not so much, he’s moreid back, and infinitely more useful to talk to. I n to mention the murders
and see if the other Alphas have any ideas, although to be honest I don’t care much
what the other two have to say.” He admit
“That’s a good idea. Is the meeting here likest time?” I ask. I might be able to listen in if it
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“Annoyingly, no. It’s at the Canine Alpha’s ce. I did offer to host it again, but he refused, something
about me getting toofortable running the meetings. As if they listen to a word I say anyway.” He
grumbles. Ah. I assume he wanted the meeting here so that he could keep an eye on me. He clearly
isn’t thrilled to be going out. The water in the shower goes silent.
“Don’t worry about it too much. I’m sure Aaron wille hang out for a bit.” I reassure him. Bemy
exits the ensuite, a towel hanging low on his hips and I have to repress a squeak. I find myself running
into the ensuite to brush my teeth. I swing the door shut behind me and I think I hear Bemy chuckling
to himself. I clean my teeth then nce in the mirror and I’m horrified at the absolute bird’s nest my hair
has be. I definitely should have dried it properly before going to bed. I grab my brush and burst
out of the bathroom.
“Bemy! My hair is an absolute mess! Why didn’t you say anything?” I demand. Bemy is just pulling
a shirt on and he smirks at me.
“I didn’t notice,” he responds. Liar. He totally noticed. He’s just enjoyingughing at me.
“In that case you must be BLIND!” I snap at him. He just grins, enjoying my dramatics. He guides me
by the shoulders to sit on the edge of the bed then takes my brush from me and begins sorting through
my hair for me. He sighs loudly.
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“I wish I didn’t have to go today. I would take you with me, but…” he trails off and I shake my head then
instantly regret it when it makes the brush tug in my hair.
“It’s fine. Aaron wille over and I’ll find a way to stay busy. I’ll spend some time with. Megan
probably, maybe work on the whole meditation thing some more. It will be fine.” I
promise.