Brax POV
“This food better be worth it,” Brax groaned, dropping his face into his hands. Why the hell had he drunk so much? He had so much work to do back at the pack—not to mention the mating ceremony. Though he was hoping Talia would take the burnt of the preparations.
He was in no mood to celebrate, even though all the pack Alphas and Lunas would be there.
A distracted older lady came out of the kitchen, searching for her notepad as she approached, her head down, looking into the pocket of her apron.
“Gentlemen, what can I—” She froze when she looked up—her eyes locking on Jackson for just a second too long. Then she cleared her throat and pasted on a polite smile.
“Four black coffees and everything you have on the breakfast menu,” Bash smiled. She scribbled down the order, nodded
