ELENA
Her eyes swat across the room and somehow lands on me. She scowls briefly before it brightens when she sees Drake sitting opposite me. As if this day couldn’t get any worse, she starts strutting in our direction, her hunch men attached to her arms like leeches.
“Drake, what a surprise!” She says. I see, she has already graduated to calling him by his first name.
“Hello, Rosa.” Drake’s voice is flat, devoid of warmth, it almost makes me laugh. Almost.
Her friends speak, addressing him while their gazes slide over me as if I’m misplaced furniture.
“Good afternoon, Alpha, you’re looking well,” the angular-faced one says. “It’s good to see you, Alpha.”
Drake doesn’t respond immediately, he continues to chew his food heavily. His jaw is locked in place, as if he is munching an anger
