Nova's POV
She called my name. What do I do?
Sheer dread ran down my spine as I stared out not knowing what to do.
The high Lord's eyes went heavy with anger. This was bad. This was really bad.
Wasn't it supposed to be a regular lunch? When did rogues have high lords and generals at lunch? This wasn't the mediaeval times.
But I couldn't complain. Jax wasn't like other Alphas.
"You made this?" The man's voice thundered and I shivered like I had been hit with lightning.
"Y..yes."
He pointed to me. "Come here."
I froze. Surely, he didn't mean me. He was talking to someone else.
"Are you deaf?!"
My left leg moved, shaking as I neared them. He took the plate in his hand and offered it to me. "Have a taste."
"I...I..."
"I said have a bite." He picked the spoon off the table
