Elara's POV
I watched in stunned silence as Thorne lifted the fork to his mouth. The entire dining hall had gone so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Every eye was glued to him.
He slid the piece of mushroom omelette between his lips, chewed slowly, deliberately. Then he nodded, once, like it was the best damn thing he’d ever tasted.
My stomach dropped.
Emma’s eyes met mine across the table. We wore the exact same expression…wide, disbelieving, screaming ‘what the f**k?!’
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to push the plate away in disgust. He was supposed to glare at me with that icy rage. He was supposed to lose control, even a little.
Instead, the cold Alpha kept eating.
He took another bite, then another, chewing with calm precision. The silver eyes never lef
