Mila’s POV
Excusing myself, I headed back to the dining room, to where Trina was patiently waiting for me, as I grabbed a plate of food before moving to take a seat next to her. “So, what did Alpha Gunner want?” Trina asks me before my butt even hits the seat, clearly worried that our plan was a no go, which in a way it was, but in another way, it still was on.
Grabbing my fork, I looked down at my plate wondering how I could explain to her what just transpired between Alpha Gunner and myself. To be honest, I really don’t know how we easily came to an agreement, especially since the last conversation we had didn’t go so well, with me disobeying him.
The only thing I could think of was that he had time to cool off, and I had been behaving for the past week. Either way, he was allowing me some freedom without a fight, and I was going to take it, because it was my safest bet to remain safe but also to be able to mingle among the pack members.
Placing my fo
