Bab 94: MIDNIGHT SHOCKS--2

Third Person POV

As the coven meeting came to an end in my restaurant, a familiar scent of homemade cookies wafted through the room as one of the waiters delivered a huge package along with a note, written neatly in a handwriting that was eerily same as that of Dominic’s Business Studies prof.

He felt a melting sensation deep inside at his Beta mate’s gesture, especially when he found his favourite, AB- blood filled bottles with "Drink Me :)" written on them in packs of dozens in a huge box.

He tore open the pack of goodies and instantly stuffed his famished mouth with them before opening the note which said-

"I know there is no excuse of what I did and how much I worried you during the past few days but you have no excuse to not take care of yourself properly, either.

As much as I want to scold you for it, I know that I have no right to, since I am to be blamed completely.