Chapter 93. Misunderstanding

Nicolas's POV

"Morning, Alpha," Mariana called from the kitchen as I entered the dining room. "Did you sleep well?"

"You should rather ask if he slept at all," Ronan chirped teasingly. He was casually sitting at the breakfast table, reading the daily newspaper.

Ronan's words left me stunned. There was no way that Ronan could have heard us this morning, or did he?

Ronan slid the newspaper aside, a wide grin painted on his lips as he slowly raised a taunting eyebrow at me, waiting for my response.

"I slept fine," I quickly said. "Thanks for asking."

Ronan rolled his eyes, chuckled, and straightened the newspaper to continue reading.

I took my seat at the table, and Mariana's granddaughter, Amelia, quickly came closer with a pot of coffee.

"Did Luna enjoy the outing to the waterfall yesterday?" Mariana made small talk as she entered the dining room with our breakfast.

"She did," I replied, taking a sip of my coffee.