Catherine's POV
"Get dressed," Colt said as he entered my hospital room. He and his brothers were in and out of my room the whole morning, and at one point I had a feeling that they were up to something.
As one of them entered, another one would sneak out and leave, returning much later. Not that I kept tags on them; on the contrary, they could do as they pleased, but it did look a bit suspicious.
Grey quickly caught on that I was getting suspicious and started to distract me with questions.
He asked questions about my likes and dislikes, what foods I liked and disliked, about my future plans, and then the more difficult ones that had my heart crushed in my chest.
How many pups would I like to have? Where would I like to live when marked and mated?
If I could choose a h
