My mouth fell open. Is that…what the hell did I smell delicious earlier?!

Was that… No. No, no, no. It can’t be Alpha Brandon, is it? If he is, then that means—

I glanced at Zarion who was leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen. He was intently looking at me, eyeing my every move like a hawk. Even at this state, I could still describe how hot he is.

“Yes, we spotted Brandon earlier when we were hunting,” Elliot muttered before sipping from his cup of aromatic coffee.

“I don’t know werewolves drink coffee, Elliot.” The healer chuckled with me, and he could really pass as my naughty little...