58. In his arms

Lona's POV

When I woke up dreamily, someone was stroking my hair. Instinctively, I raised my hand to push the person away. I said while I was sleepy. "Don't stroke my hair."

My hand was grabbed by a pair of strong hands.

"Let me go." I said annoyed.

Although I felt very uncomfortable, I still did not want to open my eyes. I slept very late last night so I couldn't get up early.

It was really just an excuse because even though I didn't sleep late, I didn't want to get up early in the morning, especially on cold mornings.

Being in a warm blanket and having to wake up was an unpleasant experience.

A few seconds passed, my arm was still held tight, now I felt really angry. So angry that I was more awake.

I realized I was at the Blue Sea pack, not at home. No one here dared to make fun of me, except Alpha King.

If I was not dreaming, that meant Alpha King had returned.

Thinking of this, I jumped up in surprise. Looking at the man in front of me, I raised my hand to rub my eyes several tim