Chapter 44 The Supreme Alpha's Dilemma

• As the morning sun rose from the east, casting a warm glow over the splendidly furnished bedroom of Alpha Damion, he stirred awake with a suddenness that belied his languid nature. Taking the covers off his body, his chiseled, bare chest, adorned with eight defined iron abs, seemed to shimmer in the golden light as he rose from his slumber.
• Lazily, he sauntered towards the window, his black underwear clinging to his V-shaped waistline, accentuating the impressive contours of his physique and also revealing the large swelling of his big dick.
• Going to bed half-naked was a habitual sleep pattern, now peculiar to Damion, impervious to the changes in temperature, unlike the fragile humans who shivered at the slightest chill. As a werewolf, his body was attuned to the natural world, and the nuances of weather were but a mere trifle to his kind.