*Evangeline*
He seems to be waiting for me to answer. Sharing seems so intimate, but then I shared his bed, in a way.
“I’m perfectly fine sharing,” I say.
He grins as though he finds my answer amusing. “Would you like some milk?”
“Yes, please.”
He removes a bottle from the icebox, pours milk into a glass, and sets the glass on the table. He rolls down his sleeves and slips his jacket back on before sitting at the table with me.
“Try it,” he orders.
I slice off a bit of omelet and pop it into my mouth. I chew and swallow.
Then I smile at him. “It’s rather good.”
“Did you think it wouldn’t be?” He asks.
“I’ve never known an Alpha to cook.”
“But then we both know I’m more scoundrel than Alpha.” He cuts off a much larger piece and eats it.
“I was having tea with some she-wolves the
