Valeria's POV
After washing up, Rose led me downstairs for breakfast. “Alpha Eric wakes up early every day to play with Mint. After feeding her breakfast, he eats his own.”
“Mint?” It was the first time I had heard the name.
“Yes.” Rose’s eyes curved into crescents as she smiled, making the name Mint sound even more cheerful. “Mint is Alpha Eric’s pet. He has another pet too, named Chocolate.”
A pet? Could a werewolf even tolerate having one? Aren’t we all supposed to be hypersensitive to scents, unable to endure the presence of another creature?
I tried to imagine it. Judging by Eric’s cold and ruthless demeanor, his pet would surely be something fierce—maybe a venomous tropical snake with vivid patterns.
“Mint is a … disabled cat, and she’s so attached to Alpha Eric!”
A cat? Disap
