Alpha Wyatt
I give him a serious look.
“Nobody will see it, other than the people that live here.” He runs out of the bedroom yelling, “Food is in the kitchen!” Running like a scared cat, what an Alpha, I laugh.
I finish up my makeup, always keeping it basic—my hair in a ponytail, eating is more important at this point. I head downstairs, smelling something delicious—he made burritos for lunch, I don’t know if he can sense what I want to eat but Mexican food is my favorite go to. I sit at the counter that has a burrito already made up for me and some ice water. I guzzle the water, not realizing how thirsty I was. I began to eat, the avocado and steak hitting my taste buds before I realize I’m moaning at