We are sitting in big chairs in a circle around a tiny table that has no meaning to be there, he should have fired his decorator just for suggesting that. My stomach is empty and I am starving. My heart is screaming out for Jaxon but I can really ask about him right now. So we just sit in silence. The big man, Sebastian, me, mom are sitting but the girl and man are standing behind him like his back up.
“So Alpha Ariel, how do you like my little town?”
His voice is raspy and low, his face is badly shaven, so he has this three-day-old beard, but that does not hide the two scars on his face. He is in his late fifties but he looks like he could still break you like a twig. This is a rememberable alpha, I should have known or at least heard about but then again we are a long way from home.
