Breakfast lecture

Isaiah P.O.V.

Ivy and I enter the kitchen, walking hand in hand. I am proud of her! She has been doing amazingly ever since we found her in the castle, and now she is facing the pack just a day into being here.

At the usual table the others are waiting for us. We usually only use the private Alpha dining room for Sunday dinners, and private holidays. I sit down at the end of the table as the Alpha, and Ivy sits on my right.

Everyone greets us before going back to their conversation, which is nice because it shows how they are trying to take the heat off my mate. She was the sole center of attention last night, and today she is part of the family and they don’t have to look at her all the time.

I stand, asking Ivy what she would like to eat and she just cocks her head.

“I can choose?” She asks, her eyes holding that innocent disbelief I adore and hate all at the same time. I keep forgetting how horrible her life has been!

“Sure! Come on, little faerie, let’s get a plate and choose