"Why are you so pale? Do you have some kind of illness?" Sasha asked, pressing the back of her hand against Blue's forehead.
"No, I'm fine. That's just my natural skin tone." Blue said, gently pushing away Sasha's hand.
Easton placed his hand around Blue's wrist and said, "You're really so thin. Don't you cook for him?" Easton directed the second half of his sentence to Winter.
Winter only shrugged in response.
"Don't mind this son of mine. I'll send one of my chefs to you. We need to get you fattened up. What if the wind carries you away this season?" Sasha said with a sympathetic tone.
Blue opened his mouth to say something but closed it without any words coming out. He didn't even know what to say. What sort of strange people were these??
"Blue, tell us, do you really like Winter? I heard a rumor that you hate Alphas. Do you like them now? Do you like our Winter now?" Easton pressed, scooching closer to Blue.