Sitting beside Dionessa while eating, I watched Ambrose as he interacted with everyone in the room. He surely is the Alpha but he seemed friendly to everyone. He was even talking to Pyro even though he knew what Pyro’s family wanted. And that’s kicking him off the hierarchy.
Looking at him from meters away, I can already see a glimpse of the Ambrose I met in the woods, the Ambrose who took me in his house and the Ambrose who took care of me.
“How old are you?” Dionessa asked me out of the blue.
I tore my gaze off of Ambrose and turned to her. “I just turned twenty-one about two months ago,” I replied. “And you?” I asked her back.
“I’m twenty-six, like Ambrose,” she replied.
I nodded slowly. So, Ambrose is twenty-six? I didn’t know about it because I never really asked him. I wasn
