Lulu
I’d already made up my mind yesterday: stay away from Alpha Caspian.
Simple. Effective. A clean way to protect my sanity from the storm he carried around like an aura whenever he got within two metres of me.
But apparently, in this massive pack house, Alpha Caspian had the annoying ability to appear everywhere like a shadow. In the corridor. On the stairs. In the front hall. As if he had some built-in radar that only tracked me.
So I picked the safest place—the pack house’s communal kitchen.
Busy. Noisy. Always crowded. A room an Alpha with sky-high pride would never willingly step into.
At least, that was the theory.
“Miss McCarthy, you’re here,” Dalila muttered as she stacked fruit slices onto a plate.
“I need something to do,” I said, slicing onions. “If I stay still, I end
