Chapter thirty

Before Roy would say any other thing, Bryan asked, “Are you hungry?”

“A little, I guess,” He admitted, playing along.

Bryan led him to the living room, easily the size of a small-town theater.

A black and silver chandelier dominated the room. Since the leather couches and blinds were also in black and the same color scheme was used in his penthouse office, Roy didn’t have a hard time guessing Bryan’s favorite color.

It brought a smile to his face and the thought of Bryan’s aloofness concerning his ex-human boyfriend slowly slipped away from his mind.

The color choice was yet another sign of how possessive Bryan was, being a Lycan—so much that he had to mark his territory with his colors.

“Wait here and I’ll have the cook prepare us a light meal.”

Roy nodded and tentatively sat on one of the armrests.

The utter size and grandeur of the room didn’t really intimidate him, but Bryan’s complete indifference to it did. It was like it was all insignificant to him.

Roy couldn’t imagine being