Chapter 129 - Evelyn

Blake and I wandered through the corridors of the packhouse, having just eaten together. He had cooked me a delightful grilled chicken salad. Followed by some cake made by one of the pack omegas. He was full of friendly chatter, and plenty of compliments, all with an abundance of smiles and flirtatious looks in my direction. These looks were something new. Something only happening in the last day or two, but that were becoming more frequent, I had noted.

I smiled back, and continued the conversation, despite my mind playing tricks upon me, and making me so confused. Blake appeared to be touching my hand at every given opportunity, like he seemed to crave my touch, or the warmth from my body. Yet, his touch gave me a cold chill. Far from the almost thrill of an electric shock type sensation my mates’ touch had brought to me.

“Are you sure you don’t want to accompany me to my office? I shouldn’t be too long, Princess.” Blake asked, as we approached the stairway.