Luke’s P.O.V.
As soon as Bree left the kitchen, I knew something was off. I could sense her feelings and something was definitely troubling her at the moment. But what the hell was it? I had left her alone for maybe 2 full seconds.
What the hell could have happened in 2 short seconds?
Was it something I had done during dinner?
Did I do something to offend her?
Did I say something wrong?
Was I making weird noises while I ate?
To my opinion, we were doing just fine before we had left the kitchen. Before the other Omegas had walked in and… f**k…
“Is everything OK?” I asked Bree, who seemed to be in deep thoughts, as she walked next to me, still having no clue where everything was inside the pack house and where she needed to go. Which honestly, was with me. I needed her to come with
