Alexander’s POV
The booth was designed for four people. It currently held seven.
The structural integrity of the red vinyl bench was being tested, much like my patience. I sat in the corner, my back against the wall, one arm stretched along the top of the seat, creating a physical barrier between Lilian and the rest of the world. Lilian sat wedged against my side, happily oblivious to the lethal tension radiating off me, focused entirely on the basket of cheese fries in front of her.
Opposite us, Leo, Jax, Gunnar, and Mike were squeezed together like sardines in a tin, terrified to move, terrified to speak, and, judging by the way Leo was sweating, terrified to breathe.
They smell like fear, Titus noted with satisfaction. Good. They should fear the Alpha.
They are employees, I reminde
