I told Elliot that Jared was in the playroom on the third floor, still surrounded by the soft glow of enchanted pack-safe toys.
I had barely finished speaking when he looked at me with that quiet Alpha intensity and told me to call my father later, asking if one more seat could be added to the dining table for the night.
His words caught me slightly off guard. I narrowed my eyes and asked if he was planning to come to my pack home for dinner. He answered without hesitation, saying he would spend Christmas Eve with my family, and in return I could spend Christmas at his estate.
The way he said it made it sound already decided, like an Alpha setting terms he expected the world to accept.
