The Beta's Blind Date
“Food always makes bad news better.”
“You mean cookies,” she says, her lips twitching and her eyes flicking to me.
I sigh, but my lips twitch, too. “Yes. I mean cookies.”
“I have a question,” she says, angling her body towards mine.
“Yes?”
“What are all these rules you have? The ones Sebastian said you’d eventually break.”
I grimace and look down for a moment. “No kissing, no sleepovers, no pack members, and no mate,” I say, ripping the bandaid off and ticking them off my fingers as I go.