SONYA'S POV
Dinner is exactly as awkward as I feared.
I'm seated between Reign and my mom, with Derek directly across from me.
Every time I look up, Derek's watching me with this wounded expression that makes guilt churn in my stomach, his eyes moving to where Reign's arm rests possessively behind my chair.
"So, Sonya," Alpha Garrick says, cutting into his steak. "Reign tells me you're a teacher. Third grade, is that right?"
"Yes, sir."
"Must be rewarding work."
"It is." I take a sip of my wine, needing something to do with my hands as the liquid warms my throat. "The kids are great."
"And living at Reign's estate… that must be quite an adjustment." He's fishing, and we both know it, his gaze keen over the rim of his glass. "Big change from a teacher's apartment."
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