Elara;

“Don’t you like this place? I can book somewhere else, and we can just go over,” Alpha Arthur picks up his phone from the cozy table to dial a number. I hold his wrist, stopping him from going ahead.

“This restaurant is fancy enough, Alpha, and I'm fine with it,” my eyes continue running through every corner of the restaurant.

“If you are fine, then why do you keep looking around like someone who is uncomfortable? I mean, I brought you here because I feel you will love it. But it seems you don’t,” he sprints up from his seat. About to pull me up from mine.

I gently...