Jason's POV
She turned down my offer but requested permission to check into bed since she was worn out. I nodded in haste, not wanting her to remain up late when she was exhausted. I brought her to the room that would soon be ours—my room.
(Jason's bedroom)
I was quite disappointed when she turned down my offer of meals (but with this bed instead). I am the one who supplies food and other essentials for my pack since I am the Alpha. They accept it by eating it as a token of gratitude or appreciation for my providing for them, and in turn, I get the same in return. They may choose to work as laborers to construct the pack's dwellings, as warriors to defend the pack, as medics to care for the pack, and so on. It's their way of letting me know that they appreciate my leadership and want me
