Megan POV
Three Weeks Later…
Exhausted and frustrated, I stormed through the doors of the pack hospital and went straight to the reception desk. Bonnie had found it difficult to get me alone, thanks to Evan Brock, one of the Montoya quads, and my Alpha assigned bodyguard. So, she inflicted pain in the only way she could. My work schedule. She'd scheduled me for split shifts every day for the last three weeks, making sure that I was the lone waitress for at least half of them. Having a cast on my arm made my job next to impossible, and I'd had my fill of it.
The auburn-haired receptionist blinked up at me from behind large, green-framed glasses and smiled brightly. “Good morning, Gamma. What can I do for you?”
"Hi…" My mind drew a blank. I knew her name. I swear I knew it. My mou
