HARPER
He was doing it again. This was the fourth, no—fifth time in a row.
I knew it was probably none of my business, and I could imagine him saying that to me in a gruff voice and anger blazing in his eyes if I ever dared to ask.
Still, it was unsettling to watch him pick at his eggs and bacon while only filling up on coffee. I’d noticed him empty half a jar of black coffee while failing to put any solid food into his mouth. My mom and Alpha Hawthorne were engrossed in a conversation so they paid him no mind, and I genuinely wished they’d take note of him.
I mean, it was no secret that Kingsley hated family meals with a burning passion, he stayed mute all through and always got up first to make sure we knew he was a coerced participant. But he usually scarfed down as much food as he
