Sera's POV
The restaurant Leo chose was exactly as he had described. Small, intimate, tucked away on a quiet street. The kind of place locals kept secret from tourists.
We sat at a corner table, sharing a bottle of wine and plates of the most delicious pasta I had ever tasted. True to his word, Leo was a perfect gentleman. He kept his hands to himself, maintained respectful distance, and treated me with the warmth of an older brother rather than anything romantic.
It was refreshing. Comfortable. Exactly what I needed.
"So," Leo said, twirling spaghetti around his fork, "tell me about him. The Alpha who has you tied up in knots."
I sighed, swirling the wine in my glass. "It's complicated."
"It always is." His eyes were kind, patient. "But sometimes talking about it helps."
So I talke
