Samantha The knock on my door came early, too early for it to be anyone from my family. I glanced at the clock and it read 6:47 AM. The sun had barely turned up, filling my room with shades of amber and gold.

"I'm coming," I yelled lazily, throwing off my covers and grabbing a hoodie to pull over my sleep shirt.

When I opened the door, I found Gabriel standing there, dressed casually in dark jeans and a fitted gray top that somehow made him look less like an intimidating Alpha King and more ...