Chapter One Hundred and Seven.

Damon’s POV:

I pushed myself out of bed and gritted my teeth when I noticed that the girl from the previous night was still in my bed, naked and sound asleep. It felt as though watching her sleep infuriated me even more and with a snarl, I shook her awake.

“What did I say about leaving before I wake?” I snapped, not even giving her a moment to catch her breath.

She stared at me for a few more seconds, wiped her eyes, and after it began to seem like she was finally getting ahold of where she was and whom she was with, she jumped out of bed, blissfully ignoring the fact that she was stark naked.

“I’m sorry…” She rushed out, afraid. “I’m sorry, Alpha Damon, I totally forgot.”

Something about her half-assed apology didn’t seem well to me. If anything, it seemed as though she was faking it with how many times she batted her faux lashes at me and shook her imperfect-looking boobs, as if daring me. Wanting to catch my attention.

I snorted. “Go!”

Her eyes scanned my face for a minute, but I d