Emily's pov
"Well well well,"
I looked over Bryson's shoulder at Shawn who had a huge smirk on his face while he entered the kitchen.
Bryson had refused to make me have a seat of my own, and made me sit on his lap while he fed me my breakfast.
I was just only glad his parents had already left while he baby fed me. The pack house was empty to, with most having their own place and those that do reside here, were either already at school or at work.
But now that my very annoying best friend showed up and saw us in that position, I knew he would not let this go and tease us every second he has a chance.
His eyes danced over us in amusement. "Now didn't I call it? I knew you two would end up being fated."
He took a whiff, his eyes dropping to my neck where my mark was healing up ni
