Ava’s POV
Cameron is touchier than ever as we make our way down to the dining hall. Constantly rubbing my hand, my arm, kissing the top of my head.
Dinner is going to be torture to sit through, knowing what I have to look forward to afterward.
He pauses inside of the dining hall entrance, taking the room in. Most of his men are sitting at two smaller tables next to the main Alpha table, where Caleb is now standing, waiting for us to join him.
I start to head towards the table, pulling Cameron’s almost reluctant hand to get him to follow.
I can feel a blush creeping up my neck the closer we get to the table, all eyes on us.
Can they tell what we were just doing? Can they smell it? Do I look guilty?
I avoid Caleb’s eye and make a quick sweep of the table.
There’s an empty seat next t
