Zara
With my eyes closed, I was enjoying the scent of roses from the bouquet when someone snuck up on me. He started asking personal questions about my relationship with Alpha.
The words hurt; they were poisonous and deep. Pain flashed across my face, and I opened my eyes abruptly and automatically looked at the man sitting across from me, the one responsible for this heartache.
Alpha's expression instantly changed from calm to furious, and he cast a murderous glare at the reporter who had snuck into the restaurant to get a scoop for Christmas.
"Is there nothing better you do than sneak up on people in their free time?" Alpha asked, glaring at the man, his fists clenched. I knew he was barely holding back.
The man smiled shamelessly. "Just a few questions. I won't take up much of your time and will take a few photos." The phone in his hand turned toward me as he pressed the button, and I realized he'd taken the picture without my permission.
