Naomi’s POV
The hallway was quiet as we walked out. Logan's hand brushed against mine. He hadn’t let go since we stood from the meeting. I was grateful for it. I was grateful for the comfort it brought. Not that I didn't want to be alone, but then. I sigh softly.
Someone calls his name as I tear my gaze away from the man who was wearing a grey suit, whose eyes were fixed on me. Who seemed to have a favorite business of staring right into my soul, like he was trying to figure out what I was thinking.
“Alpha Logan,” one elder came out from the meeting rooms, walking straight to us. His gaze stopped on me again, then he spoke.
“You have such a beautiful company today.”
I'm about to give a small, fake smile when Logan steps in front of me, blocking the elders' view.
Logan turned. “Gi
