Chapter 9

• There was another warm glass of milk on the table, complete with a silk tablecloth next to it. Alpha Wyatt watched as Harper slipped out of the bathroom and sat down in front of the table. She took a few sips until her eyes widened and she tipped more into her mouth. The taste was different, sweeter this time.
• Alpha Wyatt watched as she drank the rest of the milk. She wasn't nauseated this time, and he could see a hint of pleasure in her eyes.
• That's a good girl. He smirked, taking pleasure in how sated she was. But she had also finished her report and did a thorough job.