MEGAN'S POV
“Megan, are you sure you're doing perfectly well?” Alpha Elias’s deep, reassuring voice filters through the speaker of my phone.
I press the phone closer to my ear and offer a small smile, even though he can’t see it. “I’m fine, Alpha. A few bruises here and there, but I’m doing much better now.”
“That’s good to hear,” he says, the sound of papers rustling faintly in the background. “Vance told me what happened. That you were in an accident. I hate that you and he had to meet for the first time under such circumstances, and I wanted to hear from you directly that you’re truly okay.”
I exhale slowly, my fingers tracing the material of my dress. “Yes, Alpha. I promise I’m alright. It could’ve been worse.”
He clicks his tongue, clearly displeased. “Did you happen to recognize
