Chapter 25

Tea's POV

Jesse made me drink a bottle of chocolate milk, a bottle of strawberry milk, and a bottle of some cinnamon-flavored milk too. I expected to feel full and sloshy when I finished off that much liquid cash, but my stomach was a damn bottomless pit. It was like my body burned through the calories as soon as I consumed them.

"Why do you have so many bottles of milk?" I asked Jesse. Those hadn't been in the fridge when I moved in or before Jesse bit me; there hadn't been bottles of anything.

"The other guys filled our fridge with easy high-calorie foods while I was unconscious," he explained. "It was drilled into us that we'd need to feed our mates a hell of a lot while they adjust to becoming werewolves."

Ah. "So they went with milk? Why not donuts or something?"

"The kind of calories matters. Sugar won't make you stronger; at least milk's got calcium and some protein."

I guess that made sense.

"Can you just throw that towel over your l