Chapter 12. Something Different about Her

Maddox

“This ham is delightful. I absolutely love the flavor. Did your chef prepare it especially for me, Alpha?”

The sound of the insipid girl seated across from me blathering on about ham is making me want to tear off all of my clothes and shift right here on the table. I want to let my wolf run free, to grunt and growl and howl at the moon, and if my sharp claws and long fangs should happen to make contact with her pasty white skin and make a tear or two, well, sometimes these things cannot be helped….

“Alpha King Maddox?” she repeats, as if I’m not answering her because I somehow managed to not hear her. “Did your chef make this lovely ham with me in mind?”

“Yes,” I say. “Yes, he did. He somehow knew that you would love it, even though he’s never met you before.”

Seth’s foot taps mine beneath the table. It is the closest thing to a warning my Beta will give me since I am the king, after all. It isn’t as if he feels he can get away with mashing his h