**Xavier**
I adjusted the glass cup again, slowly, deliberately—just to make a little sound. Something small enough to catch her attention.
Nothing.
She stayed glued to her phone, eyes fixed like she was reading the most important message of her life.
No glance up. Not even a f*****g reaction.
No “Good morning, Alpha Xavier.”
Nothing.
Damn it.
Why do I even care?
My jaw ticked as I reached for the toast I wasn’t planning to eat. Everything felt dry in my mouth.
“Xavy baby!”Trisha’s voice screeched through the air. She slid into the seat beside me without waiting for permission, her perfume overwhelming my senses.
Bila growled in my head.
“That was supposed to be her seat.”
“Shut up”. I told him, but even I didn’t sound convincing anymore.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Tha
