* * * Eve’s POV * * *
This morning is just too much to handle. It started with the revolting task of trying to make the guest wing clear of the backlogged drain smell. Then the visit from Beta Damian, who observed far too much and acted far too weird for my liking. Although the weirdness now has a reason. He could be Becca’s mate.
Not only could he be Becca’s mate, but he may also have been around my mate. Me. With a mate. Of course, I’ve dreamt of what it could be like, but I’ve never dared to hope that it could happen. I mean, after all, I don’t leave the pack and I very rarely leave the packhouse. I don’t think I’ve ever met another wolf from another pack, in all my time here.
The pastries and muffins have cooled enough to be placed on the tiered serving platters that we now have. It’s amazing, the lengths that Alpha Charles will go to, to make sure that his pack appears to be flourishing. That the pack appears to be well looked after and happy. The fact is the only ones who app
