Chapter 9Pitch picked a table close to the group of dominants. If he and Lyra stayed in this town, the first thing he’d install in their apartment was a phone. If he could’ve called her now, she’d get here, and they’d been two against nine.
Why would a group of alphas come to a bakery early in the morning? Why come as a group?
Astra placed a cup in front of him and filled it with coffee before she moved to the other table. “Good morning.” She paused and he suspected she was smiling at them, but Pitch was busy watching the dominants. No one flared any power, but he suspected the female dressed in a red suit with matching red nails was the leader.
“Can I get you anything?” Astra’s voice sounded confident enough.
“We’d like to give our compliments to the chef.” It was a man who spoke. He
