I hadn't expected that last night's incident would immediately make Alpha Sean see Claire's true colors, but I'd at least hoped for a tiny c***k in his blind devotion.
Alas, there was no such luck.
I reached the private dining room.
Pushing open the door, I took my seat, schooling my expression into one of calm indifference.
I grabbed my glass of red wine and took several large gulps, hoping the liquid could drown out the bitterness that lingered in my throat.
"Olivia, didn't Claire go to the restroom too? You didn't run into her?" Emily asked, sitting down beside me.
"Nope," I replied with a light smile, picking up my fork and knife. I started to eat, determined to keep my swirling emotions tightly under wraps.
"It's been a while. Hope Claire's okay," Emily said, her voice lace
