A week passed and Melonie began to set into a rhythm. She would wake up, get breakfast to go on her way to the academy. She would eat out for lunch or study through it. Once returning to the pack house, she would work on her projects for a few hours before dining with the Alpha and his family for dinner, then returning to her room to study or complete homework.
Out of the whole day, dinner was slowly becoming her favorite part of the day. The more time she spent in the Alpha’s presence, the more she felt herself never wanting to leave it. Despite her consistently ignoring him, even during meals, he was always sweet and kind. Always pulling out her chair, allowing her to order first, and offering to walk her back to her room. The first few times she gave him a hard no, but the last couple
