The restaurant was mildly filled up with low chattering. I barely walked in when a waiter approached me.

“Welcome, Alpha Trent. Right this way, please.” He said with a bow.

I shot him a half-assed smile and followed him briskly. A few heads turned and stared at me. I lowered my face, hating the damn attention.

We arrived at the table and there she was, sitting so calmly with that mischievous, bitchy smile.

“Thank you,” I waved off the waiter and he left.

I slid into my seat, ...