When I got to the mess hall, I thought I might be lucky enough to disappear into the noise and sit with my team like normal.
I was wrong.
Alpha Hunter was waiting just outside the doors.
He was leaning casually against the wall, hands in his pockets, posture relaxed. Too relaxed. Like he belonged there already. Like he had every right to be wherever he wanted. When his eyes found me, his expression softened in a way that made my stomach twist.
“There you are,” he said.
I stopped short, resisting the urge to turn around and walk straight back out.
“I was just going to eat with my team,” I said.
“I know,” he replied easily. “I was hoping we could eat together.”
It was not phrased like a question.
I hesitated, then nodded because refusing him outright felt like it would cause more pr
