I arrived at Kael’s house, and the moment I stepped inside, a heavy wave of rich scents wrapped around me. Roast chicken. Grilled turkey. Spiced veggies. Jollof rice. Creamy macaroni. Freshly baked pies. Even the sweet scent of warm chips drifted through the air. The long dining table was overflowing with food, enough to feed an entire pack.
Several bottles of wine lined the table, along with strong alcohol that could make even a wolf’s senses blur. My brows knitted tightly.
Something was wrong.
Before I could take another step, Kael appeared from the hallway, moving with the calm confidence only an Alpha could carry.
I turned to him sharply.
“What is going on?”
He gave a careless shrug and walked toward the table.
“Oh, nothing really.”
He sat down and began to eat as if the room w
