Melissa’s (Gabriella’s Pov)
“How are the boys?”
I raised my head to see Alpha Farrell with a coffee in his hand. I could feel the urge to have coffee rise again in my stomach from the reaction he built inside me.
“They are doing well,” I said as I packed the pieces of paper on the couch, arranging them properly before I filled them.
He nodded as he took a sip, moving around the living room like he had a specific thought in his head that he wanted to speak about, but could not.
“Anything the matter?” I asked as I tried to clear the air.
“It’s nothing, just feels weird,” he said as he took another sip, dropping the coffee on the table next to the chair he sat on.
That was weird; him feeling weird was one thing out of the charts. “What’s the matter?” I asked as I dropped the filed p
