The Alpha's Rose
I will miss her terribly.
“Alpha Cain, Luna Melinda, please sit with us,” Rose says as she, once again, pours syrup on her stack of pancakes. Both Cain and Melinda make their plates and sit at the table with us.
“Good morning. How is the newly mated pair? Find anything INTERESTING in Melinda’s rooms, Alpha Cain?” I ask as I begin to eat my biscuits and gravy. Cain blushes some and Melinda shoots me a death glare. Oh, I am so ready to embarrass her.