Yelping in surprise, I’m struggling to figure out what the hell is going on when Dayne leans back a little in his seat, one hand spanning my waist, and opens his mouth.
It doesn’t take me long to figure out what he wants. Me to feed him, apparently.
My wolf snarls, and charges at the cage I’ve locked her in.
Hastily, I turn to the plate to hide my eyes from Dayne, making it look like I’m eager to do what he wants.
Which means I’m now committed to going through with this ridiculous housewife fantasy Dayne’s cooked up for me.
Picking up a still-warm cookie, I let out a breath before I turn back around, mentally warning my wolf to stay quiet since an alpha wolf like Dayne will eat her for breakfast.
Still, it’s no easy task to break off a piece of the cookie and place it gently into Day
