Chris
“Chris, tonight was lovely,” Amelia sighed, gazing up at me with those big doe eyes of hers as we wandered back to the Packhouse. “Just you and me… a candlelit dinner, the finest cuisine.” A shiver rippled through her petite frame. “Really, Chris. Thank you for this.”
I forced a tight smile, shifting uncomfortably beside her. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, Amelia.”
Amelia’s smile widened, and inwardly, I just kept repeating the words Ava had told me earlier: Just humor Elise for now… Just humor her…
It was almost over, after all. I had made it through dinner, expertly evading Amelia’s attempts to flirt, and now I could say goodnight and go to the woman who I really loved…
“You know, Alpha,” Amelia purred after a moment, “I haven’t had a tour of the Packhouse yet
