Amelia stared at the Alpha in the doorway. She slid past him so that he can step in the room. The Alpha rested the tray on the nightstand before turning towards her.
The omega should've known that he wouldn't wait for answers any longer. As much as she wanted to scream and shout about the entire truth, she had no idea how that would affect him. There must be a reason he doesn't remember her. First, she need to know what he does remember.
He motioned towards the seat in front of him. It truly felt like she was walking into some sort of interrogation. Judging from the serious look on his face, he certainly seemed like that.
Amelia cleared her throat, awkwardly scratching her neck, "Maybe I should shower first."
Even though she wanted to tell him everything, some part of her was scar
