Lily
Rowan was already in the breakfast hall when I arrived. He moved between tables with a light step, his laughter echoing more frequently than usual, capturing everyone’s attention.
I watched him over the rim of my coffee cup. He was unnervingly cheerful; his earlier irritation seemingly evaporated. I knew that look. He had found an outlet for his frustration somewhere during the night—likely a combination of a bottle of whiskey and a submissive warm body. The thought made me want to puke.
"The Alpha is in high spirits today," the Luna of the RedOak pack remarked, taking a seat beside me. She smoothed her silk skirt with a manicured hand and then gave me a smirk. “Did you two have a good night? Is that the trick?” I just smiled at her.
“He is happy with the way things are working
