Alpha Ralph’s POV.
I stared at the smoke coming out of the chimney ahead of the pack house; the scent of freshly baked bread filed the air, making me release a moan that I have been holding. Last month, Octavia thought it was better that we opened a bread factory close to the pack house, due to how she loved eating bread.
Let’s say I was a bit reluctant at first but she managed to convince me about it and here we are, producing bread that travels far away from the pack house. They’d say that this is better than any local bread and the thoughts of it alone, made me salivate.
I pulled my robe together, walking back into the room. There, Octavia lay sleeping. She looked so much beautiful and peaceful while sleeping and I always made sure to tell her how she looks like sleeping. It makes m
