There was silence, of course, as if he has all the time in the world to decide when to speak and how long he wants me to wait for him to speak.

I shrugged and thought, ‘He’s an Alpha. It’s his life and decision anyway…’

Alpha let out a hmmm before speaking. “In just a few days you’ve been here in my pack, you already amuse me, Anastasia Lark. Perhaps I should hire you as a jester or a clown instead as an Alpha’s Pet?”

I drink in the shifting of his face. His cold Alpha mask is definitely gone tonight, replaced with an amused mommy’s boy who probably has...