Claimed by the Ruthless Alpha Prince
He’s carrying a wicker basket.
“From Alpha Kieran,” he says with a smile, setting the delivery down on my table. “He said to make sure you ate.”
I stare at the basket after he leaves. Inside are more of those exotic fruits, along with fresh bread and cheese and a sealed container that, when I open it, releases the aroma of rich stew.
Why does he keep sending me food?
My wolf rumbles contentedly. She’s thriving in all this attention, enjoying being cared for, being courted…