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Glad you're all back! Time to play again: How many clichés can you find this time?

Chapter 2

The next morning I woke up right next to Salvatore. He had his whole body wrapped around mine and he was only wearing his boxer shorts. This reminded me of Marrano a lot. I missed him. Although I have to admit: Salvatore was gorgeous! And he also had a dozenpack.

He was the hottest guy I've ever seen!

Why was I sleeping in Salvatore's bed? Especially when he and the rest of his pack lived in a luxurious mansion (28 bedrooms, 4 kitchens, 1 indoor and 1 outdoor pool, basketball court, 4 movie rooms, 12 bathrooms and 3 indoor tree nurseries functioning as werewolves potties) and there was plenty of room for me to sleep elsewhere? Easy. I was sleeping in the guest room right next to Salvatore's room at first, but I had a horrible nightmare about something so terrifying that happened to me a long time ago: a paper cut. Very traumatic event. It is a recurring nightmare I can't seem to get rid off. Salvatore heard me crying and screaming in my sleep and came to calm me down.

Lying in bed, I studied Salvatore closely while he was sleeping. He really was top model material. Then I tiptoed out of his room, only wearing one of his shirts in which I slept. Because even though he had lots of shorts or sweatpants he could have borrowed me as well, I naturally chose shirt only so my legs had room to breathe.

In the main kitchen, I opened the fridge and grabbed a Snapple. Only by the life of me I couldn't open it. At that moment one of the other pack members entered the kitchen: Joe.

He was the hottest guy I've ever seen!

"Need help with that?" Joe asked me, pointing at the bottle I was holding.

I nodded. Joe took off the shirt he was wearing, giving me plenty of opportunity to ogle his dozenpack, and opened the bottle with only one hand. He was so unbelievably strong!

Then we talked. Joe told me that Salvatore was the Alpha-Alpha: not only was he the leader of their pack, but also the most important werewolf there is. The leader of all werewolves. When I asked how Salvatore got this position, Joe told me that a prophecy had determined this. And the fate of all werewolves depended on Salvatore and his mate: me. He also told me that none of the pack members had a job. They simply had all the money they needed. They also didn't have a cleaning lady or someone like that. I'm guessing the furniture and floors are all dirt-repellant. Everything was immaculate, although no one cleaned in there.

Joe left to go running soon after; I was on my own again. I tried to open a box of cereals; only by the life of me I couldn't do it. Luckily, at that moment another pack member stepped into the kitchen: Jim.

He was the hottest guy I've ever seen!

"Need help with that?" Jim asked me, pointing at the cereal box.

I nodded. Jim took off the shirt he was wearing, showing off his amazing dozenpack, took the cereal box and ripped it open with only two fingers. He was really, really strong!

Jim and I chatted for a minute or two, but then he went to take a shower. All the pack members were really nice to me. Finally I had some time to fix the rest of my breakfast. Well, I only needed some milk for my cereal. But when I tried to open the carton of milk, I just couldn't do it! At that moment, another guy came through the kitchen door: Jack.

He was the hottest guy I've ever seen!

"Need help with that?" Jack wanted to know, pointing at the milk.

I nodded. Jack immediately took off his shirt, revealing his ripped body and his dozenpack, and opened the milk carton with no effort at all. He was so, so strong!

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