Teddy’s POV
The food was delicious. I watched Melody as she ate, fascinated in the small bites she would take of her steak. I enjoyed watching her chew, then her throat work as she swallowed. I could have watch her all day and still find her enchanting.
“So what got you into being in a motorcycle gang?” Melody asked after another bite of steak.
“Actually; it’s kind of my gang to be honest.”
“Really?” She looked surprised.
“I left home at eighteen because it finally felt too stifling. My brother is going to be the next alpha, and they had me training as a spare. When there is a ten year age gap to always catch up on, it becomes tiresome. So I left home, hit the road, and eventually others joined me.” I thought back. “The first to join was kind of by chance. He’s my second, Chip. I met
