Alice sat curled up on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.
Three hours.
Three whole hours.
Three hours since Jake had calmly destroyed reality.
Werewolves.
Mate bonds.
Hidden secrets.
Apparently all of that was just casually real now.
Fantastic.
Evelyn had gone to make tea after what she called an emotionally overwhelming evening.
Alice called it having a complete life crisis.
Jake sat across from her in the armchair.
Watching her.
Again.
At this point, she was starting to think staring was simply one of his hobbies.
Alice narrowed her eyes.
"Stop."
Jake blinked.
"Stop what?"
"That."
"What exactly is that?"
"The staring."
Jake looked entirely unapologetic.
"I can't help it."
Alice frowned.
"What does that even mean?"
Jake hesitated.
His wolf pr
