Ella's POV.

I froze for a moment, staring ahead as I wondered if I’d heard the person correctly. I mean, who orders that kind of combination for a lady? Even the bartender raised his brows, clearly surprised by the request.

I finally turned my head as the man pulled out the stool next to me and sat down. He wore a black, round-neck shirt that clung to his muscles, showing off the kind of chest you could only get from hours of disciplined training. Everything about him, from his calm confidence to the quiet authority in the way he carried himself, showed he was an Alpha. But unlike Jason, there...