Diana’s pov
After closing the door on Celeste’s face, I looked at Ezra.
I walked towards the bed, and he watched every movement I made.
His red eyes burned with mischief.
“She said that breakfast is ready,” I reminded him.
The look in his eyes didn’t die down; he just gestured that I come towards him.
The moment I got up on the bed, I was dragged into his arms.
And an hour later, I helped fix his tie; the food is probably cold by now.
And we all know that they won’t eat without him.
When we walked into the dining area, I couldn’t help but frown.
There were only two empty chairs; one was, of course, for Ezra, and it was at the head of the table.
The Alpha was sitting on his left while Celeste was sitting on his right.
Ezra sat down without saying a word, and all heads bowe
