Chapter 17

Anastasia struggled to open a bottle of wine that they had.

The pack got huge shipments of the commodity because a neighboring pack exchanged them for military training on one of the further grounds and also for their structure.

She had only had a few sips of it before and didn't like it, but a glass of it on his mating day changed his mind.

As he mustered up the strength to rip the cork out, the bottle tilted towards him, with the added fizz, it burst up onto her face.

She was completely soaked through and her hair was dripping wet. Anastasia looked down at the bottle and resigned, only the bottom had about half a glass full left.

Sighing deeply, she chugged it down and slumped her shoulders. She felt so stupid. It was then that Leo snorted next to her, checks stretched as he contained his smile, hand covering his lips. His eyes were shining in amusement at the scene he just witnessed, uncaring about the expensive drink Anastasia just spilt over herself.

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