Chapter 16

• Rex
• My wolf purred softly, a contented rumble in my chest. Ayla was… captivating, that’s the word. Watching her devour the food like she hadn’t eaten in days, a raw, untamed kind of beauty radiated from her. I could have watched her all day which was unlike me.
• The housekeepers, those gossiping women, were staring again. A flicker of annoyance sparked within me, and I leveled them with a glare that would have made weaker anyone crumble. They scurried away, muttering apologies. Ayla, bless her oblivious heart, just looked up from her plate, a smudge of sauce on her cheek.