DILLON
The first thing I see when I enter my house is Olivia comfortably seated on my favorite couch, one leg crossed over another.
"Welcome back home, alpha Dillon," she says, looking up from the book she is holding.
"Who let you in?" I ask, looking around for Lilian but I don't see her anywhere.
"I let myself in," she says, putting the book on the armrest.
"Where's Lilian?"
"I gave her a day off," she says, looking me in the eye. "What, you're wondering who's going to make your meals and clean after you?"
I walk forward and sit down opposite her, "Lillian never takes orders from just anyone, what did you do?"
"I'm not just anyone," she lets out a soft laugh, "I'm the luna of this pack, thanks to you."
All of a sudden my beast is no longer distant, he resurfaces happy and all.
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