Caly’s POV (Blue Moon’s Bite)
I wake to the sound of sharp banging against my door. Crap, is it dinner time already? Another round of banging. “I’m coming!” I snarl as I hurry to push myself out of the bed, knowing with all the soundproofing that packhouses have they might not have heard me.
It’s Tucker himself at the door. “Oh good, you’re alive. I was thinking I might need to ask Terri to pick the lock on your door.” Tucker’s face has a devilish grin as he leans against the jam of my door so I can’t slam it back shut. That look alone makes me want to flatten his face. What is he so damn cheerful and smug about?
“Really? You couldn’t find an Omega to call me down for dinner?” I say dryly.
“Dinner, what are you talking about? You’ve missed breakfast.” Oh. I give my head a good shake. I
