“Where are you busy nowadays, Alpha?" His Gemma ‘Raman’ was leaving the Doubletree Hilton restaurant after finishing a breakfast meeting. The meeting was successful; Alpha’s mood was slightly better, so he dared to ask.
"Where am I supposed to be?" Alpha shrugged his shoulders carelessly. His gaze was fixed on the table.
“No, there is something wrong. Tell me in whose arms you are today that you will forget the world.” Hearing his words, Alpha got a shock. He had not told anyone about Anaya; no one knew about the homeless beauty named Anaya except his club servants and a few bodyguards. How could he notice this?
“Has Alpha Abraham ever been lost in someone's arms?" Alpha was questioned in a stern tone. He can’t let him doubt him.
“Yes, you never did that. But you acted strangely for a
