CHAPTER 38: MIDNIGHT MEMORIES

Samantha’s POV “My salad, my salad, my salad,” Dre excitedly sang out while clapping his hands before digging in the salad bowl nose deep and moaning loudly. “Holy shit! This is incredible as always,” he appreciatively moaned before attacking the defenceless sauced veggies. “Were you raised by gorillas or something? Chew and swallow, asshole,” I rolled my eyes but smiled nonetheless as I watched him eat with such gusto. He had refused to eat any kind of food, even my special salads that he loved so much after the Tokyo affair. It was refreshing to watch him eat so heartily again. Dinner was a relatively silent affair after that and the other three wolves devoured three more bowls of salad- just the same that I had made for Dre before Kyler guided us towards two sleeping bags. Don’t tell me I was going to share such a small, confined space with the dead hawt Alpha. I would surely smolder in Kyler’s hotness and might do something embarrassing like crawling upto him and letting my wild va