Wisdom thinks about the night Beauden took what wasn’t his yet. She composes herself and looks down at him. “Beauden, I have already told you that I forgive you. We’re mates, but I need more time to figure out what our relationship is.”
He kisses the back of her hand. “As I said, I promise I won’t force myself on you again. I pray you give us a chance. I didn't lie when I said I love you.” Beauden leads her over to the table. "I had something else in mind. But I had to ask Father what you like. So I hope he was right."
"Alpha Carmine was correct." She's looking at dishes of beef stroganoff, risotto, buttered corn on the cob, Kale salad, and a Sock It To Me cake. "Everything looks delicious." Wisdom sits down.
Beauden exhales and pats his chest, thinking, "I owe you, Father."
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