The Alpha's Untamed Obsession
Sienna raised a brow, her hand still gripping the edge of the door, not budging.
“You made it yourself?” she asked, tone flat.
Kieran let out a short breath, annoyed but oddly patient. “Yes.”
“You. Alpha of the Silverfang Pack. In the kitchen. Making food.”
“Yes, Sienna. I didn’t poison it, if that’s your next question.”
Her eyes narrowed, not moving just yet. “That wasn’t the next question. I was going to ask if you washed your hands.”
Kieran rolled his eyes and pushed the plate forward with a grunt. “Are you going to take it, or should I throw it at you?”