I sink into the chair and place my hands in my lap, unwilling to give Antoinette gossip. I bite my tongue.
He pushes me in and the others seat themselves. A perky strawberry blonde waitress with brown eyes sashays in and bats her lashes at Bo.
“It’s good to see you again, Bo.”
He peers down his nose and sneers. “Is that right?”
She nods her head like an eager puppy. “I’ll be taking care of you tonight.”
Something tells me she’s already done that. I look away to hide the strange possessive feelings bubbling up inside me.
Her scent is wrong, hidden beneath her core apricot scent. She’s fought with the sickness and run. I almost feel sad for her. There will be no future wolves for her.
I can’t forget this is an arrangement. What we have is transactional, not emotional. Fisting my dress, I ignore her flirting while she tells us about the soups of the day and wines.
“What do you think, Princess?”
“Hmmm?” I turn.
“About our wine for the evening,” Fell fills in the blanks, saving me.
“I’m partial to Rosé’ myself.”
“Those are lower caliber vintages.” She sniffs, tilting her head in a condescending manner.
“They’re what my mate wants,” Bo snaps. “Are you trying to tell her what she can and can’t have Alessa?”
“I. N-no.” She shakes her head, sending her light red hair flying around her slender oval-shaped face.
Bo frowns. “Good, because I’d hate to request a new server.”
Her jaw drops. Fell squeezes my hand. “Order the Rosé”
I hide my smirk behind the rim of my glass. Five minutes of uncomfortable order-taking later, we’re alone in the room again.
Bo leans into Kirk, “Kirk. When the appetizers come, slip out the side door.”
Is that why he booked this room?”
“It’s nice to be out and about again, isn’t it? I’m not used to living so far away from town.” Bo covers our tracks for those who are listening flawlessly.
Cadoc chuckles. “It came in handy this week, though, didn’t it?”
His words are for the pack listening in, but it still irritates me. The pack’s value system is old and outdated. Women are so much more than cattle to be bred. Childbearing and supporting alphas is the one thing the Alpha pushes as some sort of sacred duty.
They’ve forgotten that women were a vital part of our ancestor’s society. We worked beside the men and fought for our people and our land when needed.
The seafood tower is brought in along with fresh bread, and stuffed mushrooms. I gawk at the king crab legs that are as long as my forearm and my mouth waters at the scent of melted butter.
“I’m going to use the washroom.” Kirk rises and slips out of the side door while we dish out food.
I embrace the silence as we sate our hunger.
The conversation is tedious when the entire place is straining to hear a juicy tidbit to take back to the masses. I put it out of my mind and focus on the food in front of me, still slightly peckish from the three-day-long bedroom romp.
Heat spikes in my belly. I take a long draw from my glass of rose to cool the small fire before it can crackle to life. Bo inhales and I look everywhere, but at him.
“Don’t worry, we’ll feed all your hungers, Princess.”
I press my lips together and ignore him. Bullies usually back off when you don’t give them a response.
It hasn’t worked for Bo thus far, but in public my hands are tied, and he knows it. I want to slap the smug expression off.
Just like the old Greek gods, he’s cruel and crass. Our plates are taken and replaced with the main course. The succulent medium-cooked filet mignon melts in my mouth. Spices dance on my taste buds.
A nice cut of protein always hits the spot. Chewing slowly, I savor the tender meat.
Thwack. The window beside my head cracks and pops.
Time slows as my mates leap from their chairs.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Shattered slivers spray everywhere. My hand moves back to my hair stick. I let it fly before I can think.
Suddenly a massive body covers mine and we crash to the floor in the span of a heartbeat.
Glass rains down bounding off the top of my head as my heart pounds and blood rushes through my ears.
