I Want You In The Kitchen

***Freya's POV***

I was dumbstruck when I saw who it was.

“I see you're trying to buy everyone in my pack with breakfast, right?”

He asked with a raised brow, his hands both in his Jean pockets.

Tristan looks just like every other guy, especially when he's putting on his rugged Jeans on a plain white shirt.

One would mistake him for a pack soldier, except for the fact that his body build was twice the size of the average guard or soldier in his pack.

“What do you want?”

He didn't say a word, but rather walked closer to me. Instantly, my heart began to pound loudly in my chest.

He slowly took his hand to my face and caressed me.

"What do you think I want from you?"

I swallowed hard and beads of sweat formed on my forehead. Do I really need to ask him what he wanted?

“What do you think I want?” He asked with a deep voice. There he goes again, causing my wolf to go weak. At the same time, I felt my knee go numb.

“You know, ever since that night, I just can't stop thinking about you.