My Pack

Nate continued to stuff his face with the delicious steak that Crystal had prepped. And while his brother glared that he was the one she had given the first option, he was not worried. After all he was not answerable to him anymore.

"Just because I am not your aloha anymore, doesn't mean that you can be wilful. I. want. that. streak. Nate Hunter. or else...you will feel my claws in your stomach."

"Stop trying to steal food from my Beta. I've kept one for you also."

Once again Ace looked at his mate with pitiful eyes and whined, "He shouldn't be getting any steak from you. In simple terms, you are his boss! I am your mate and yet you leave me starving."

While Crystal just shook her head, Nate almost choked on his food! Why was his intense and stoic brother behaving like this? Had he also lost his memories? He would have thought the man was bewitched if he did not see the way his brother was looking at Crystal when he thought no one was observing. It was the same indulgent look he used