LUCAS' POV
“I've told you about my past, now it's your turn to return the favor." She said, and I chuckled.
“We're going to get you fed first.“ Her cheeks blush as her stomach lets out another growl of hunger.
When we get to the kitchen, she automatically moves to the stove, but I pick her off the ground and seat her on the island counter.
“You're not cooking a thing in here.“
“You can cook?“ Her eyes shine with amusement, and I feel proud that I'm the reason she's laughing.
“Yes. My parents didn't live in the pack house either. They wanted some privacy.“
“How come you were living in the pack house then?“
“My childhood home was practically a mansion. After they both died, it had become too big for just one person, so I moved into the packhouse after I became Alpha.“
“Did your mot
