Alpha Landre
This is nice. Really, it is. But I could already tell she was uncomfortable. She wouldn’t even look at me—just sitting there, glancing my way from the corner of her eyes before looking away again. Like she couldn’t stand to meet my gaze. I knew this was a bad idea from the start, but Rowena convinced me otherwise.
It’s all her fault I’m here in this bar, waiting like some... I don’t even know what. She called me that night when I was drinking myself to an early grave, rambling on about how she could get me closer to Dionne without any violence. I should’ve known better. Hell, I had serious doubts from the beginning. There’s no way Dionne’s going to forgive me, not after everything she thinks I did. She misunderstood everything, twisted it in her head. And now I’m supposed t
