Claire's POV
Claire sagged as Nathan stormed out of the room, her energy suddenly leaving her. She sat back down and closed her eyes.
When Oliver put a comforting hand on her shoulder, she leaned into it, grateful for his company. But she was also embarrassed by the scene that had unfolded in front of him.
She opened her eyes as he took the other seat. “I’m sorry you got dragged into this, Oliver.” She smiled half heartedly. “I understand if lunch no longer sounds appealing.”
Oliver tried to return her smile, but couldn’t quite. “Frankly I’m still a bit in shock over here,” he admitted. “You’re the Alpha’s lover?”
Claire nodded. “Yes. His ‘fated mate,’” she added ruefully. “Though you wouldn’t know it by the way our relationship actually was. He made me act like I was just the nanny.
