Velvet’s POV

The restaurant was busy that night. The sound of glasses, laughter, and soft music filled the space. I moved from one table to another, carrying trays and smiling even when I didn’t feel like it.

I tried to focus on work, but my thoughts kept drifting to Jack. I didn’t know why I still thought about him after the way he treated me. Maybe it was my wolf. Maybe it was just me being foolish again.

Every time the door opened, my eyes moved there on their own. I kept hoping it would be him walking in, dressed in his usual black suit, heading toward the VVIP bar...