The Weight of Frost
Before Xander could fire back a charming response, a loud, pathetic groan echoed from the end of the center island.
"But we're hungry," Zyan pleaded.
The fearsome, newly minted Alpha of the Frost pack was currently slumped over the counter, resting his chin on his crossed arms. He looked up at his twin sister with wide, utterly pitiful puppy-dog eyes, completely dropping his authoritative persona for the sake of a meal.
"Oh, good grief," Reagan sighed, rolling her eyes with a fond, exasperated smile.
She turned her back on her pouting brother and marched over to the refrigerator. A moment later, she emerged carrying a thick package of sliced ham and a fresh loaf of bread. Without warning, sh
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