_Alyssa's POV_
That night, I stayed in my room, bracing myself for whatever was coming. I thought I would just have dinner in the packhouse, probably in awkward silence with Logan. But when he appeared at my door again, it was clear he had something else in mind.
“We’re going out to eat tonight,” Logan said as he walked in, his voice calm but firm.
I blinked, caught off guard. “Out? To a restaurant?”
He nodded, studying me with an intense gaze. “Yes. I want to know what kind of food you like.”
I hesitated. Was this really happening? Why did he care what I liked? “I don’t really care,” I replied, hoping to keep things simple. “You can choose.”
Logan’s jaw tightened slightly and he stepped closer. “No, Alyssa. I want to know what you like. You are my mate and I should know these things
