~LOGAN~

My staff members were all surprised as we all walked to the VIP eatery for lunch. The confusion and surprise were clearly written on their faces.

When we arrived at the eatery, we occupied two round tables. Amber wanted to sit on the other table where I wasn't sitting, but I pulled her to my table. She was a bit startled as I sat her ass on the seat beside me. It made the other staff members stare at us, but they didn't say anything. Amber glared at me, anger flashing in her eyes.

I acted as if I didn't see her angry stare as I called the waitress, and asked my staff members to order what they wanted. I didn't allow Amber to order, as I ordered for her. I ordered chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes and black eyed peas.

“Why did you do that?" She asked with a frown.

“I know that's what you are going to order, so I asked the waitress to make it two plates since that's my favorite too," I replied with my usual cold voice as I scrolled through my phone to reply to an important message.

“You shouldn't have. That's no longer my favorite. It's my worst food now," she replied steely, and turned her attention to the food menu.

I tightened my grip on my phone. She said those words to hurt me. I was only trying to be nice. I don't even know what's wrong with me. I don't want her to think that I still care about her, but I just couldn't help it.

She has already moved on, and she has also moved on from the things we used to share in the past. When will I get that fact into my skull? I hate myself for being the one that hasn't moved on and finding it hard to.

She ordered a reuben sandwich. She doesn't enjoy that food when we were still together. Her favorite has always been chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes and black eyed peas. Could it be that she stopped eating them, because she wants to forget me completely. That's our favorite food, and we used to enjoy it. I swallowed the lump in my throat, and tried to focus on my phone.

Our orders were later served. My staff members look tense. None of them have said anything or even tried to eat after the food was served. It's clear they are not comfortable in my presence, guess I'm good at scaring people. Well, except one person…. Amber. She didn't mind at all as she had already started eating. The other staff members were staring at her with a slightly shocked expression on their face.

I sighed and dropped my phone, she no longer has respect for me.

“Let's dig in," I said as I started eating, and others joined. Even though I tried not to steal glances at Amber, I failed woefully. I couldn't help but admire the way she eats. She also changed her eating style, and I think this suits her more.

We were all eating in silence as I received an important call. I left the table to answer it. It was a long call, when I returned, my staff members had finished eating and they were now drinking. Who told them they can drink during lunch. I brought them here to eat and not to get wasted.

“You are so beautiful, Amber," one of my male staff members said, and others agreed with him. Amber smiled as her cheeks flushed a bit. I scoffed. She has a boyfriend, and here she is flirting with another man. Will she ever be faithful to anyone?

“Which…." The young man trailed off, and quickly comported himself the moment he noticed my presence. Others did the same.

Amber frowned as she glared at me. To her information, I didn't do anything to scare them. They are the ones that decide to be scared.

“What do you want to say Peter, finish it up," Amber said.

She already knows his name. She called him as if they had known each other for a very long time. The dickhead smiled faintly at him, but didn't say anything. He stole a glance at me. Such a coward, he can't even speak in my presence.

Amber touched his hand and smiled at him. What the fuck!

She looked stunning as she smiled. Fuck! She's as beautiful as she was. No, more beautiful. She looks more beautiful now.

“You shouldn't be afraid of him, he doesn't bite. Be free and say what you want," Amber said assuredly.

Who told her I don't bite.

“Ehm… I just want to ask you which pack you are from?"

Why does the fucker want to know. I stare at Amber. I thought she wasn't going to say Blue Moon, but she did. She left the pack for almost two years, I thought she didn't want anything to do with the pack anymore.

“I'm from Blue Moon Pack," she replied and sipped from her drink.

Why the fuck is she drinking alcohol. Though we werewolves don't easily get drunk, that's an exception for Amber. I made her stop drinking alcohol when we were together, but she started again. She has completely wiped me away from her memory. She no longer likes our favorite food, and she now takes alcohol even though I don't like it.

If she thinks she's the only one that can do that, then she's mistaken. I will show her that she means nothing to me, and I have also gotten over her.

“What! Blue Moon Pack? That's our boss pack." One of the girls on the table squeaks. Why does she and others look so surprised that someone comes from the same pack as me. If no one is in Blue Moon Pack, who the fuck am I ruling there as the Alpha.

“That means he's your Alpha." Another girl chips in.

“He's not my Alpha, and will never be." Amber cuts in. What's wrong with her, is that how much she hates me now?

“I'm the Alpha of Blue Moon Pack. As far as you are the member of the pack, I am your Alpha," I said with a tint of irritation.

She ignored me and sipped from her drink. What a nerve! I hate disobedience, but she has always been an exception. I thought that would change, but it didn't. It makes me more irritated with myself.

“If you have any question for me, you can go ahead and ask," she added, glancing at the staff members.

“You are more than eighteen right?" Peter asked, and she nodded.

“That means you have found your mate. You have, right?" One of the girls on the table asked with a glint, as her sparkling eyes stared at Amber. Guess Amber has given them the nerve to speak in my presence, and now they are blabbing their mouths with stupid questions.

It looks like the girl recently turned eighteen. I wonder who allowed an eighteen year old girl to work in my office. Though some werewolves are so intelligent that they finish school before eighteen, that doesn't mean they should work in my office.

I stare at Amber. I wonder if she's going to tell them about us. What's there to say? I rejected her immediately when I found out she was my mate. I'm sure she doesn't want to recall that memory. I know I hurt her, but she cheated on me. I believe I did the right thing since she has easily gotten over me.

“Yes, I found a mate, but the scumbag rejected me," she said effortlessly without sparing me a glance.

What! scumbag?

“How dare you…." I trailed off, realizing what I was about to say. I shut my eyes in frustration, she's really getting on my nerves. My staff members all stare at me. Fuck!

“Why aren't you completing your sentence, sir." Amber is definitely enjoying this. When did she become like this? She really changed over the months. She's no longer the Amber I used to know.

“Well, I think it's the loss of your mate for rejecting a beauty like you," Peter said, and others supported him.

My loss? What the fuck. They don't even know why I rejected her. If I knew this is how this lunch will turn out, we wouldn't have come here.

“He doesn't deserve you at all Amber. I hope you are healing?" The eighteen-year-old brat chips in with a concerned tone.

“Yes, he doesn't deserve me. I have forgotten about him, and I'm living my life happily now. He means nothing to me now. In fact, he's dead to me."

Fuck! Does that hurt? I'm dead to her while she has always been alive in my heart. I was such a fool.

“If you need anyone to talk to, just know that I'm…"

“The lunch is over. Now, everyone return to your duty post!" I snapped, cutting the fucker off. When has he become so close to Amber that she would share anything about her with Jim.

I had enough. This lunch treat is nothing, but a disaster.

“Thanks for the lunch sir,"Amber said with a mocking smile. Others also thanked me.

To hell with their thanks!