Kathleen's POV
"Waiter. I would like to have some red sauce pasta with extra toppings," I ordered before sitting casually in the chair.
I was about to dial a number to send the picture of Austin's mate and find more about her when someone came and sat in front of me, making me raise my brows.
"So, when are we going to the Saint Wolves pack?" King Alvin asked me, and I squinted my brows.
"Excuse me?" I asked, feeling a bit edgy now.
What was he talking about? How does he know about it? Wait. He has indeed been tailing me all this while? But why didn't I smell him?
"Why do I not smell you?" I asked, and he shrugged.
"Well, shouldn't it be you who should be telling me the answer to this question? Why the hell are you not able to feel me? I mean smell me? Aren't you a wolf?" He asked me
