Melissa (Gabriella’s Pov)

“Spaghetti,” I said as they dropped the food with some chunks of assorted meat placed between us.

“You remember it?” Alpha Farrell asked because of the intonation I used. “Do you remember anything?” He pressed on, dragging his seat forward as he placed his hand over mine.

“No,” I said, shaking my head. This was the second time I almost gave myself out.

He let out a sigh as he pulled away, picking up a fork. He held it up like he meant to show me how it was done, dipping it into the pasta. The spaghetti rolled around the fork as he spun it around, letting...