th him. I admired his large Spanish-styled house. I admired the flowers and fountains around the house. He led me into the house, I was expecting him to either lead me

ll anyone that I am from the Blood Moon pack, that no one should see my pack's mark on my shoulder, and if anyone asks to tell them that I am a

me snoop around; I almost drop the alarm clock I was holding in shock. He brings in some clothes, and I examine them; they don't look feminine. Those are Dameon's

ll wondering why Dameon would want to move out of this spacious house to stay at the packhouse where it is crowded; when I hear Alpha Ralph chuckling, you know that is not the only reason he moved to the packhouse

ake in the scent of Dameon's clothes like a pervert, but I find it comforting as it wraps me. I still couldn't believe what had happened. My life has changed drastically, and that so

in the blood moon pack and don't need to wake up at the crack of dawn. Relief washes over me, but I soon feel ashamed that I stayed in bed till noon. I have my bath, loving the feeling of

see Ralph by the stove cooking." Good afternoon," I greet. He looks over his shoulders to greet me. It was peaceful as I watched him cook, and

ome in, Ralph says as he puts the food on the table. Alex said you wanted to talk to me, he replies nonchalantly. Yes, but why don't you join us for lunch? Ralph says, pointing at the table. He looks at m

e study, he says

"why not?" I cooked it all for you, or are you allergic to anything I used in preparing the food?" or is it not to your liking"? he asked." Oh no, the food is fine, I am just surprised that all this is for me.

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