Chapter 11 —Addicted to my scent
Evelyn’s POV
Breakfast with Alpha Raphael was painfully silent.
The only sounds in the dining room were the clinking of spoons against plates and the faint rustling of curtains as the morning wind passed through the open windows.
I sat across from him nervously, trying not to stare. Trying not to think about the previous night.
Unfortunately, my mind refused to cooperate.
Every time I looked up, I remembered Annabelle standing in his room. Remembered how naturally she belonged there and somehow, despite trying not to care anymore, my chest still hurt.
Raphael, on the other hand, looked entirely unaffected, cold, composed, and Unreadable.
As if nothing had happened.
I lowered my gaze quickly and took another small bite of bread. The food tasted amaz
