Kerris POV

The detachment in his manner and tone unsettles me.

He's no longer the male who looked at me with desire last night. Instead, I feel like the girl he caught kissing his nephew in the villa’s living room years ago.

I recall how we parted ways last night. Maybe he's upset because I said I would like to return to my pack.

Does he desire me or not?

Why did he go through all the trouble of freeing me from the brothel when my employment contract will end soon? I open my mouth to ask, but he holds up a finger,

"That's all the explanation you'll get, Fruitcake,"...