Marked by the Alpha
The planned meal may not have been as elaborate as those at the banquet, but it came together quickly, and when prepared well it could pack a mean punch to the tastebuds.
I started prepping for it, and while doing so I asked Hector if he had any allergies I needed to be aware of.
My Alpha sent me a funny look that made me realise how dumb I must’ve sounded, but I quickly shrugged the emotion off.
Yes, he was the big bad wolf that healed from cuts within moments, but that did not make him immortal. In fact, for all I knew he could be lactose intolerant.
The idea of Hector being felled to his knees by a bar of chocolate was too much to bear, and without meaning to I snickered.