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“She doesn’t.” Until now. He perused the pastries. “Croissants? I never understood the insistence of humans on eating layered bread.”

“That’s because you never eat,” Greyson said. “It’s awesome. Come on, then. Have a pastry.”

The gorgeous brown wolf transformed to human, drawing the vampires’ attention. “You ate for her again? Like actual food?”

“Yes, he did.” Greyson laughed. He stood and crossed the room to the kitchen table. He reached for a pastry and held it in the air.

“I ate a po boy.” While delicious, it couldn’t compare to the taste of Waverly.

“Damn, you’re really into this chick.” Rafe lifted the lid to the catering dish, reached for a pair of gold tongs and began to pile pancakes onto a plate. “Nice work, on the breakfast.”

“Of all the things you could start with, you went with a po boy?” Greyson asked.

“It was the first thing that popped into my head. It was great.”

“Ya see, women will do that to you.” Rafe put his plate down onto the table and pulled out a kitchen chair.

“Hold up there, hybrid, I know you wolves enjoy your um, freedom, shall we call it, but you’re not in the woods. I’m afraid I’m gonna have to insist on covering up.” Greyson picked up a throw blanket and tossed it at his feet.

“Wolves. Such free-living creatures.” Viktor looked to Rafe as he wrapped it around his waist with an unapologetic laugh. “May I remind you that you’re vampire now. I shouldn’t have to tell you how to behave outside the woods. I’m not your Alpha.”

“But you’re my daddy,” Rafe said with a sly smile as he stabbed his fork into the pancake and stuffed it into his mouth.

“He’s impossible.” Viktor rolled his eyes.

“The humans say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” Greyson smiled as he took a seat at the table.

“I intentionally saved you, wolf. But believe me, you were more like an accident,” Viktor said. “Put in human terms. You’re the result of a weak pullout game.”

“He’s such a caring father.” Rafe smirked at Greyson and then to Viktor. “What did I do to deserve you?”

“Believe me, you have a cake walk compared to our sire, so stop complaining.” Viktor listened for Waverly. While she walked softly, he detected her footsteps. “Please attempt to act civilized around Waverly. She’s not used to all this paranormal stuff.”

“This should be interesting,” Greyson replied.

“I’m not sayin’ nothin’.” Rafe shrugged.

“Keep your clothes on,” Viktor ordered.

“She might see something she likes.” Rafe held a sausage up in the air and took a bite.

“She already has,” Viktor shot back.

“Poor sap here doesn’t realize he’s bonding with her.” Greyson laughed. “I suppose it’s inevitable.”

“She’s your mate? Did you claim her?” Rafe asked.

“Claim her?” Greyson laughed. “He hasn’t even bit her yet.”

“Enough. She’s coming. Just, uh, just act normal.” Viktor shook his head, aware none of them were capable of such a thing.

“Two vampires and a wolf walked into a bar—” Greyson began.

“Enough. Now play nice.” Viktor’s chest tightened as she walked into the room. Her long curly blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders, a contrast to the black sweater she wore.

“Morning,” Waverly said with a shy smile. She smoothed her hands over her jeans. “Thanks for the clothes.”

“You look beautiful as always.” Viktor stepped toward her, resisting the urge to take her in his arms.