Chapter Seventeen

Emma's POV.

“This is amazing,” I said, twirling some noodles onto my fork. “You know how to cook.”

“You wouldn’t have thought that from my first attempt at spicy chicken noodles. I vomited for three days afterwards.” Ethan said, taking a huge bite of his chicken.

I chuckled, covering my mouth as smi did. “You’re joking. I don’t believe you.”

“I didn’t cook the chicken properly. I tell you, it was the worst couple of days for me.”

“Okay, I can believe that.” I replied, as we cleaned away our mess, and he put the spices away. When we were done, he led me out of the kitchen and moved toward the stairs.

“I’ll give you the grand tour tomorrow. For now I think it’ll be good if you get a good night’s sleep.” He took hold of my hand, gritting his teeth as his wolf started to pace within his mind. His wolf knew what he wanted, and that was me.

I followed him upstairs, and he decided to stay on the first floor rather than go up to the main bedroom on the fifth floor. The attic space was large,