Nielle sat in the kitchen idly nibbling on a bagel, while watching Samantha mix up a batch of muffins. Sunshine was streaming through the white lace curtains into the homey room. It beamed across the marble counter top, highlighting little specks of flour that drifted lazily through the air. The grey-haired woman hummed under her breath as she stirred in the flour, then added some raisins and spices to the thick rich batter. Samantha never seemed happier than when she was preparing food for the endless stream of visitors through the Alpha house. Sometimes, Nielle suspected the pack members came more for a sample of Samantha’s cooking than they did to actually talk with Noah or Zephyr.
This morning, half a dozen men were gathered in the office, discussing a recent financial report. Since t
