Melissa’s (Gabriella’s Pov)

“How are the boys?”

I raised my head to see Alpha Farrell with a coffee in his hand. I could feel the urge to have coffee rise again in my stomach from the reaction he built inside me.

“They are doing well,” I said as I packed the pieces of paper on the couch, arranging them properly before I filled them.

He nodded as he took a sip, moving around the living room like he had a specific thought in his head that he wanted to speak about, but could not.

“Anything the matter?” I asked as I tried to clear the air.

“It’s nothing, just feels...