MIRABEL POV.
I sat on a log near the lake, arms crossed, legs stretched out, and glaring at the so called mighty Alpha who was currently wringing out his wet clothes with all the grace of a drowned puppy.
Owen, for all his ridiculousness, looked completely unbothered by his little dip in the lake. He had the audacity to still be smiling, like he hadn’t just made me panic for nothing.
I should’ve held him under longer.
“You owe me food,” I announced, breaking the silence.
Owen arched a brow, still kneeling by the pile of fish he caught. “I owe you?”
“Yes.” I pointed at the fish. “You are the reason I didn’t catch anything, which means you have to cook for me. That’s the rule.”
He blinked. “That’s not a rule.”
“It is now.”
Owen chuckled, shaking his head. “Let me get this straight—
