Harley’s P.O.V.

Because I was a server?

The tray in my hands dipped a fraction, then steadied as I calmed my racing heart, raising my head.

Carlos stood just before me, alone now. The delicate girl with red lips was nowhere in sight. His emerald eyes weren’t sharp or cold, but confused. Like he was taken aback to see me there.

Biting my lower lip, I swallowed hard before replying. “I am a server here, Alpha. How can I serve you tonight?”

He frowned, looking around. “Where is your partner?”

Why was he asking about Lena?

I didn’t know what to say as Carlos’s sudden interest in my partner was...