Alpha’s Badass Mate novel

---- not really there." Sam grins happily , like the lovesick fool that he is, and lightly bumps his head with Monika. He gets shoved off the bed and topples onto his buttocks. He protests loudly and gets a reprimand in return: "Go back to your music or whatever; I know you have two deadlines this week." Sam just pouts and drags his laptop over to the bed so he can snuggle with Monika while she finishes her papers.

Ten minutes later , Monika loops one of her hands into the nook of Sam's arm, her fingers drawing patterns up and down the length of the limb. Sam enjoys it immensely, this domestic intimacy between them. There's a different sort of closeness to just studying together and sharing complaints about their respective workloads. It's different from when they spend time together learning about each other's bodies and quirks.

It isn't all about the physicality of their relationship, but the profound comfort that they provide for each other. He doesn't think he can love Monika more, but it turns out that he can. All sorts of intimacy come to a screeching halt during exam weeks; however, because exam weeks are always, always terrible, it doesn't matter whether they're in their second or third year. Sam expects ---- their fourth year to be even more hectic, but he's hoping for less workload.

The thing about being a third-year student is that they have to think about their college as well. Finals are already awful for them both, but adding in the chaos of applying for college into the mix, it was hell for the past two to three weeks. Sam and Monika haven't texted in three days, and they haven't seen each other for nearly a week. Fortunately , Sam wakes up from a long, long sleep after the last day of his finals to see Monika lounging at the end of his bed.

"Hey," Sam croaks, his throat impossibly dry. Monika looks up from the comic in her laps, a beautiful , sunny smile on her lips, then gets to her knees and rummages around for a bit before handing him a bottle of water. Sam accepts it gratefully and drinks so fast that he ends up choking. Monika has to get onto the bed and pound his back to help him calm down.

"How are you feeling?" "Slightly improved now that I'm not choking to death and you've stopped pummeling me like we're in a boxing match." "stupid," Monika snorts fondly. "I meant in general." "Hmmm, I'm feeling great. Not tired at all." ---- "Probably because you slept for nearly sixteen hours." "Huh, so that's why I'm feeling refreshed." Sam. muses, settling against the headboard and tugging Win closer. Monika rolls her eyes and slumps against him bonelessly.

She sighs, "I'm glad you slept well." Sam hums, kissing the crown of Monika's head, and asks, "Did you sleep well?" Monika snuggles closer, looping his arm around Sam, and brushes her fingers over the back of Sam's palm. She just makes a noncommittal noise at the back of her throat, and Sam frowns. "Monika," he begins soothingly, "what's wrong?" "Hmm? Nothing," Monika replies. She looks up briefly to give Sam a quick kiss at the corner of her lips.

"I just miss you a lot and wanted to see you, so I came over." "When did you get here?" "This morning." It's nearly three in the afternoon now. "Why didn't you wake me up?" Sam asks, craning his neck down to look at his mate's face. Monika just rubs her cheek on Sam's shoulder and