"What has you feigning illness and burrowing your head in the blanket again?" Lucas asked, placing down the tray of food on the table.
Violet peeked out her head from under the blanket. Her hazel eyes were watery. Extending her hand, she latched on to Lucas's neck and cried out, "Lucas, I am dead!"
The girl's panicked state made Lucas feel funny and concerned at the same time. What could have happened for her to exaggerate it so much.
Lucas patted her back, asking, "What has you all riled up again, Princess?"
Hiding her face in Lucas's neck, she softly whispered, "I kissed Alpha."
As a werewolf, Lucas was always proud of his hearing, but today, he felt as though his ears failed him. He blinked his eyes, unable to clearly process her words, and asked, "What? Repeat it again."
He grabbed on to Violet's shoulder and pulled her back, staring at her solemnly.
Violet's head fell down, like a wilted flower.
"I kissed Alpha," she stated.
