Lyssera’s POV
I felt uncomfortable whenever Alpha Romeo took me to a bar, but I couldn’t complain because we went there to find information and meet someone.
I don’t know why Alpha Romeo thought getting information from a bar was safer than anywhere else.
Why didn't he choose to eat at a restaurant with his informant? I thought a restaurant or cafe was the most private place.
I stared at Alpha Romeo’s broad back. We were walking through dark forests on our way home, and occasionally I heard the sound of an owl.
I couldn’t wait to hear the information about my mate that Alpha Romeo got from that male rogue.
I couldn't hear their conversation over the sound of bar music and drunk people's laughter. Additionally, the pungent smell of alcohol overwhelmed my nose.
However, I somehow fel
