Alpha’s Badass Mate novel

---- yourself, simply collected in deep thoughts of nothing and everything. There's so much shit going on inside this mop of black hair that you can't even get a proper night's sleep. Yet you expect me to believe there's nothing to know? The boy spat out as he promptly got up on his elbows so he could take a proper look at Monika's face, who was now laughing shyly, clearly overwhelmed by the interesting choice of words to describe himself.

"I'm being completely honest with you, truly," she started. "Like you pointed out yourself , I can't even bring myself to take a goddamn nap, let alone anything else. I'm always falling apart from the lack of sleep; it's bold of you to think I'd even have the energy to try and get something juicy out of life," she reasoned, to which Sam reluctantly nodded. "Touché. I think you got me there. He sighed, defeated , after trying and failing to say something back.

Well, if that's the case, then how do you deal with it? I mean, don't you ever get bored? Sometimes I feel so bored I could literally implode, and that's considering my days are short due to my excessive sleep agenda... Have you ever tried, like, leaving the house when you can't sleep? Maybe go out for a drink or something ? You might even get lucky; you never know," he inquired suggestively, making sure Monika got what he meant by 'get lucky'.

"I do feel the urge to socialize sometimes, and I do get ---- bored, like, a lot.' Monika prompts, cocking her head with a small smile, "But then I remember that in order to actually do any of this, I need to take a bath, get dressed, leave the house, take a cab, find a place, introduce myself to people, and make dreadful hours of stupid small talk-which I totally suck at. And that's how I gave up on that idea.

she provides, and it is a futile explanation for the direction in which Sam's curiosity had shifted. "Are you telling me that your game of existential laziness is so strong that you don't even bother trying?" Sam arches his eyebrows, shooting the girl a quizzical gaze. "That's kind of hot," he mocks, half teasing with a curl at the tip of his lips. He gets the sight of Monika's tongue wetting her lips and another timid shake of her head. "Well, I've heard loads about my...

issues, but that's a first," Monika joked back, watching Sam smile spreading all over his face, eyes turning into two adorable crescent moons, rosy and soft cheeks adorning his face, replacing the inexistent and lifeless ones he had when he first arrived. As cliché as it sounds , Sam truly looked like he had walked straight out of a manga: a pretty face, delicate, soft -looking lips, a sharp nose, and expressive dark eyes.

As soon as Monika got her eyes on that frail boy being carried hurriedly to the bed, lips slightly blue, and heartbeat rate slowly disappearing , she felt an ---- uncontrollable urge to just cage him in her arms and bring him back to life. There was just something about that particular boy-maybe the way his forehead never once relaxed even when he was deeply asleep, or his troubled little whines in the middle of t he night, or simply how he would flash everyone an honest, warm smile the morning after he'd cried his heart out to sleep when he thought no one was listening.