The mafia King's Pet [M×M]
He was engaged, present, genuinely invested in our pack's wellbeing.
"You are doing it again," Daphne said quietly, appearing like a ghost behind me.
"Doing what?"
"Staring at him like you're trying to solve a puzzle." She crossed her arms. "What's going on, Damon?"
"Nothing. I just..." I trailed off, not sure how to explain to her that I was suspecting my mate. "Do you think he is happy? Really happy?"
Daphne's expression softened. "Look at him."
I did. Milo was crouched down, listening intently to something one of the younger wolves was saying, his face lit up with genuine interest. When the pup finished, Milo laughed, bright and free, ruffling the kid's hair affectionately.