Melissa (Gabriella’s Pov)

“This is not the meeting I had in mind,” Lyra said as she could feel his presence. I was agitated as much as she was, unable to look at his face in fear that he could remember me if he hadn’t done that already.

I could feel Alpha Farrell’s hand wrapped around my waist, walking in a way that I hid my face by his shoulder until we sat at the table before us. The Alphas talked amongst themselves.

“This is bad,” I muttered to myself with the front view seat we had taken to view the face I hated the most. “Why couldn’t we have taken...