Madison Frost
I sat down with Titus on the sofa before leaning over to make up a plate with a blueberry muffin and cut fruit. Then I poured him a glass of juice. When he was settled, I poured myself a mug of coffee.
“You are very fond of him,” my grandmother said, sitting beside her mate on the other couch.
I nodded. “I am. Even before Alpha Barrett hired me as his nanny.” I smiled at Titus as he ate his muffin.
“We heard about your run-in with the rogues,” my grandfather grumbled. “Your father has trained you well.”
“I do have a question. Once I rejected my pack, my healing ability increased. Is that normal?” I leaned back, crossing my legs as I held my mug.
“It is. Once you join the Royal Pack officially, your healing will be even faster. But the fact that you were able to take dow
