-Helena-
“Breakfast...” That was all Wylder said when I asked him about his plans for the day. I wasn’t even sure if he would spend any time with me. He seemed very busy, but he had also admitted he had to make me fall in love with him. And how could he do that if he didn’t spend any time with me?
He had only mentioned breakfast and then grabbed my hand, leading me to the dining hall. There weren’t many people around, which surprised me. Killian hadn’t allowed me to eat with the others, assuming I wanted privacy, but Wylder’s pack house seemed quieter.
“Not many people live here?” I inquired.
He shook his head. “I prefer more privacy and quietness,” he explained.
“Oh, not a fan of having little pups running around?” I teased.
“Are they ours?” he shot back.
I nearly choked on the app
