Amí-Lea was busy in the Alpha’s house, as she had started thinking about Duarte in the last few months. After the day where they had found Tersia’s baby daughter barely alive in the river and she had used all the knowledge suppressed in her mind to safe the little girl, she had finally been accepted as a full-fledged member of their “pack” as Francesca referred to their group. She had to admit, she enjoyed thinking of them as “her pack” and, as was the duty of every pack-member, today was her turn to cook supper for their leader.
Humming slightly she cooked enough for both him and herself to take back to her place. She was just bending over to take a look at the casserole she had popped into oven, when to her shock and surprise she felt two strong hands taking a hold on her hips, pulling
