As soon as Jasper pulls the door open to the guest packhouse, I am met with the sweet aroma of freshly made soup. Marie smiles at us as we make our way to the table where she just placed a plate of BLTs on the table alongside a bowl of chicken noodle soup.
“This looks and smells incredible, Marie. Thank you so much.”
“Oh, my pleasure, dear. Now enjoy!”
I look around but there is no sign of Alpha Patrick; Marie sees my confusion. “The Alpha will be joining you after lunch, dear. You have the place to yourselves.” Marie subtly winks at me before she walks out of the packhouse. I shake my head and her childishness and see Jaser already sitting down, plating several BLTs.
“Are those all for you?”
Jasper glances up at me, “Don’t worry, there will be plenty for you.”
“I’m sure…I don’t eat
