—Stella’s POV—
After making sweet, sweet love to my mate for hours and completing the mating process, we were forced to stop—albeit reluctantly. Kyle received a mind link from the Alpha, summoning him to a leadership meeting in the conference room. He asked if I should attend, but they wanted him alone.
I figured Miss Scarlet would be with them, so I decided to explore the pack house and grab a bite to eat. My stomach wouldn't stop growling. I took a quick shower and changed. Being a witch made packing light a breeze—if I needed something, I just visualized it, and poof, it materialized. One of the many perks of descending from royal witch blood. My magic was vast and ever-growing, and conjuring objects had become as easy as eating cake—which, ironically, my stomach was now loudly demand
