“I know,” I reply with a warm smile.
Rafe gestures toward the sitting room.
“Come on.”
We settle onto oversized leather furniture while Charley returns carrying coffee, tea, and a plate of homemade cookies.
Daria's eyes widen.
“Are those chocolate chip?”
“They're the Alpha's weakness,” Charley whispers conspiratorially.
“I heard that, too.”
“You were meant to.”
Rafe steals two cookies anyway.
I smile.
This.
This is Pack.
It’s not about titles.
Not about hierarchy.
It’s about the things that matter.
It’s aboutfamily.
Rafe grows serious after a moment.
“Daria.”
She meets his gaze.
“I owe you an apology.”
She blinks.
“For what?”
“You learned about our world in the worst possible way.”
He shakes his head.
“I wish we'd had the chance to introduce ourselves differently.”
She surprises me by smiling.
“Honestly?”
“After the initial heart attack...”
Everyone chuckles.
