Author's POV.

Eva hopped on the couch like a child, she had been running around the apartment since they arrived, and Alpha Trent was glad that she was in cheerful spirits.

“This couch is pretty soft, what material do you think it's made of?” Eva questioned and lowered her knees on it.

“I don't know, but I guess cotton,” Alpha Trent replied and pressed his finger on it. He laid more comfortably on the couch and answered each of Eva's silly and tiring questions.

“Trent, do you think the people will listen to us? You remember that they literally detest me for killing Liam and you for being my mate”...