Chapter 37: Erratic

My mouth fell open. Is that…what the hell did I smell delicious earlier?!

Was that… No. No, no, no. It can’t be Alpha Brandon, is it? If he is, then that means—

I glanced at Zarion who was leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen. He was intently looking at me, eyeing my every move like a hawk. Even at this state, I could still describe how hot he is.

“Yes, we spotted Brandon earlier when we were hunting,” Elliot muttered before sipping from his cup of aromatic coffee.

“I don’t know werewolves drink coffee, Elliot.” The healer chuckled with me, and he could really pass as my naughty little brother.

Zarion never took his eyes off at me.

I wanted to apologize to Zarion, but he already told me not to keep saying sorry.

Sighing, I told them I’m going to sleep.

Elliot has been busier finding ways to make the rejection faster—or another way to turn me into a werewolf safely. While Elliot has been busy with his own endeavor, Zarion got me a herbal plant. Jasmine, I presumed. He pus