Luca didn’t go back to his pack that day. Instead, he had stayed, much to Rome and Quinn’s dismay. But I had insisted that he spend the night and get to meet our pack members.
“Does he really have to stay?’ Quinn sighed as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I mean, he doesn’t have anything to worry about for him not to go back.”
I gently elbowed him and shot him a glare. “He needs to be here so that everyone will believe that we actually have an alliance, and we have called it a truce,” I replied through pierced lips. “So act nice to him.”
Quinn rolled his eyes. “Fine, I will try to act civil with the guy, but if he pushes my button, I will hurt him.”
“You can’t do that,” I whispered back.
We were having a pack dinner and everyone, I mean everyone, was there. Rome, Quinn, Luca, Je
