Emma's POV.
“Emma? Hey, are you okay?” I felt Andrea's skin on mine, jolting me out of my imagination.
“What happened?” Anderson asked, and my gaze shifted to him, my lips still sealed.
I thought all that happened was real. It felt so real, like the first time, and I'm just thankful I didn't blow off my cover.
“I'm fine, it's nothing.” I shook it off and tried to get out of the couch.
Alpha Anderson stopped me, “No, you're not fine. You seem sick or rather surprised to see us.”
“Is anything wrong with you? How exactly are you feeling?” Andrea's voice was flooded with what I tagged fake sympathy.
“It's really nothing, I just zoned out. Judging by the fact that you walked on us like that, I wasn't expecting it.” I faked a smile and got to my feet.
“You must have come to see Al
