As Beta Matthew entered his quarters on the third floor of the pack house, he was listening for signs of Isabella. A smile lit up his face when he thought about Isabella, about the life they were building together. He loved her more than anything in the world. However, they had a rough start.
“You can say that again,” Matthew’s wolf, Greyson, snickered. “What a show it was when you found out your mate was the Alpha’s little sister, five years younger than you.”
“Don’t remind me,” Matthew gritted. Greyson loved teasing him and reminding him of embarrassing moments.
He opened the door to their kitchenette, and the warmth and the scent of fresh bread hit him. His mate was in the kitchen, dressed in a simple cotton dress, her golden hair pulled back into a loose braid. She turned to him, a
