-Angela-
It was torture sitting with them in the expansive dining room. Hunter had positioned himself at the end of the grand mahogany table, while I sat to his right and Elijah sat on my left. I was trapped between two powerful alphas, and in front of us lay a classic English breakfast, the sight of it making my stomach growl.
There were even coffee and juice on the table. I noticed Elijah had already poured himself a cup of black coffee, sipping it slowly while barely touching the food. Meanwhile, Hunter leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed intently on me.
I was really hungry, but the nerves of sitting between them made me freeze. There was a bit more distance between Hunter and me, while Elijah and I were so close that our elbows almost touched. This was not good. What would hap
