Molly
I’m sitting on the chair with my legs tucked under me, half-listening to Amber ramble while pretending I’m not staring at my phone for the fifteenth time in the last five minutes.
Still nothing.
No text. No call. No “I’m fine, baby, don’t worry.”
Just silence.
I tell myself to relax. Charles is an alpha. A very intense, slightly terrifying alpha who can handle himself. Whatever dragged him away so suddenly must be important. Not dangerous. Definitely not dangerous.
I hope so.
Amber suddenly jumps up from the chair like she’s been possessed.
“Okay but can we talk about Eric for a second,” she announces, planting herself in front of me.
I blink. “Why are you standing like you’re about to give a TED Talk?”
“Because this is serious, Molly,” she says, placing a hand on her ches
