84Sun crept up and its golden rays diffused over the horizon, welcoming yet another eventful day. Zander stretched his arms for a second and went back to controlling the steering wheel. He yawned as his sleep was not satisfied. Nor was his body with his mate's fragrance and touch. But here he was, with Wendy, his badass girl. They were off to Reyne's house to bring some of her clothes. Wendy hated it. Oh no, or should we just reveal that she almost kicked Zander to the ground when he called her over to his house for this. For helping him with her clothes. She was mad for disturbing her sleep. And for whom? That bloody migrant bitch who caused a whole lot of chaos between them. "Uh, Wendy, I was thinking of grabbing some coffee from Herman's." Zander spoke, but he must have forgotten that she was MAD at him. Her hard peripheral glare wiped off the layer of fog from his head and helped him reca
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