*Amelia’s POV*
Lyall sat on the left side of the polished table, Radolf on the right, and Leonhart sat directly in the middle with me perched firmly on his lap.
On the far end of the long table sat Evelyn and an older man whom I guessed had to be her father, Alpha Mercas.The room went completely ice cold. Leonhart’s large hand on my thigh was the only thing keeping me grounded as every single eye in the room locked onto us.
Alpha Mercas," Leonhart said, his voice low, gravelly, and dangerous. "What do I owe this unexpected visit?"His thumb brushed against my thigh once a slow, deliberate, and fiercely possessive stroke. He was openly reminding everyone in the room exactly who I was to him.
Mercas didn’t flinch. He sat at the far end of the table like he owned the entire territory. His
