AMARA'S POV
My cheeks flushed crimson when the pieces of puzzles clicked in my head. Camilla was his grandmother. My wolf cackled in my mind. ‘So much for being so jealous of Camilla.’ she teased.
I shifted uncomfortably on my feet, as I had become invisible to both of them. Camilla tugged at his cheeks, fondly. “I have missed you so much, grandson. The bakery has been in full swing, snapping off any extra time to catch up with family.”
He groaned, “I've told you thousand and one times, you don't even need the bakery to survive. All you have to do is sit back and relax—”
She swatted his shoulders, “Oh please. I know you all want the best for me, but to me baking is more than a business…” Camilla's voice trailed off when Rylan chipped in.
“It's a hobby,” the both of them said in u
