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Especially when she was happy.
    “Try your soup.” His tone was a low command. He wanted her to obey. Needed her to, in just this small thing. His wolf demanded a certain submission, but also the urge to make sure she was well fed was strong.
    She pressed her lips together, considering his order, then keeping her eyes on his she picked up the spoon and sipped some of the creamy red liquid from it.
    Her brow furrowed and she stared into the bowl. “Fucking hell, what kind of magic is this?”
    She took another sip, then another.
    “Seriously, this is the best tomato soup I’ve ever had. Better than Annie’s and hers is homemade.”
    Ella walked into the kitchen followed by Drake. “What’s better than Annie’s?” she asked, slumping down on the stool next to Punk.
    “This fucking soup. It’s like… like… a tomato fucked some cream and made this luscious beast. I can’t even… I just don’t know what I’ve been eating my whole life.”
    Beast chuckled in satisfaction watching her devour his food.
    “How many painkillers have you had, Punk?” Ella watched her with a raised eyebrow.
    “None. Not since the hospital. Why?”
    “Because I don’t think I’ve seen you this excited about something since… I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this excited about anything.”
    “Bullshit. I was excited when we got apple ale at Red Cap.”
    “Not this excited.”
    “Can’t help it,” she said, slurping some more. “That hospital food sucked alien ass.”
    “Yeah? Not just regular ass?”
    “Nope. Alien ass.”
    Ella stared at Punk. Beast smelled tears. Literally smelled them. But at least they weren’t coming from his mate. He shot a look at Drake, who seemed troubled.
    “I’m so glad to have you back,” Ella said, wiping her eyes.
    Punk looked at her, horrified. “Oh, Doc. Don’t do that. I’m fine. A few days in the hospital didn’t hurt me.”
    Even as she said it, Beast suspected it wasn’t wholly true.
    “I just missed you,” Ella sniffed. “And don’t even thinking about making fun of me for crying.”
    Punk grinned. “I’d never.”
    “Sure you wouldn’t.” Ella laughed as Drake’s arm came around the front of her shoulders.
    Yesterday the display of affection would’ve bothered Beast. He didn’t want to begrudge his friend his happiness. He just wanted to find his match. Needed to. Now that he had, a sense of calmness had fallen over his wolf. Sure, the urge to mark and claim, to secure her to his side, was strong, but wolf wanted her to feel safe and happy more than he wanted to own her. And instinctually, his animal knew they needed to ease into things.
    He wasn’t known as a patient wolf, but for her he would be.
    “Annie will be here soon with your things,” Ella said. “She went by your apartment and grabbed what she thought you’d need.”
    Punk nodded, dipping a sandwich into her soup. “And I’m sure she’s bringing party supplies, yeah?”
    Ella’s gaze snapped to him. “Beast! How could you?”
    He raised both hands in the air. “I told you I was going to tell her. You didn’t believe me.”
    She narrowed her eyes. “No, because I thought you had at least a fraction of a heart inside that huge body.”
    “He does,” Punk insisted. “Which is why he told me. Seriously, you lived with me for months. He knows me for a day and realizes how much I loathe surprises.” She shook her head. “And you call yourself a friend.”
    Beast grinned, raising his eyebrows. “See?” He made a heart with his hands, put it to his chest, and pumped twice. “So. Much. Heart.”
    Drake chuckled.
    Ella rolled her eyes. “Yeah, well… don’t tell Annie. She’ll be heartbroken.”
    “No she won’t,” Punk said between bites. “She knew what she was doing. She has an ulterior motive with this party. You can bet your ass on that.”
    Beast frowned.
    Ella’s brow scrunched in confusion. “What do you mean?”
    “She’s up to something.”
    “Like what?”
    “Hell