*** Alpha King Draven’s POV
Miria’s approving stare made me hot all over. It became apparent she’d lost herself staring at me; it had my wolf purring.
“Is she wearing the same clothes we picked her up in,” my beta mind-linked me? I cursed silently. How had I let this happen? I was doing a crap job of taking care of my mate.
Miria stiffened at my greeting, and it took me a moment to realize Kronos had us strutting towards the nook, where my mate was curled up and sipping her coffee.
As if the mate bond wasn’t bad enough, the air around her was saturated with the smell of her arousal… and fear, fuck.
I hadn’t planned on approaching her, and now that I was here, I had no idea what to say.
“How about you tell her she smells good?” Kronos suggested.
“Not helpful,” I growled inwardly, trying to suppress him.
I cleared my throat. “Miria.” Her name rolled off my tongue with more weight than I intended. “You clearly need some supplies.”
“Now, who’s unhelpful,” Kronos snickered.
She looked up
