Chapter 116
Jackson’s expression changed, and I knew what he was thinking.
I plastered an indifferent look on my face.
“So, Alpha Sterling, do you still want to treat me-a woman who sells herself-to a meal?”
Surely, Jackson wouldn’t hesitate to get out of being seen with
“Of course,” Jackson said firmly, his voice a bit rough with his wolf.
He turned and walked toward the hotel restaurant across the lobby.
Open-mouthed, I looked at his back as he strode away, his large Alpha form towering over everyone else.
Why did most Alphas have to be so...so big?
After hesitating for a moment, I followed him.
When the restaurant manager saw Jackson, he hurried to greet him personally, instead of letting the host seat us.
“Alpha Sterling, this way, please.”
The manager led us to a quiet table in the corner. Ile pulled out our chairs and then handed us menus.
Jackson took a menu and looked over it. “What would you like to eat?”
“I’m not hungry, actually. Please go ahead without me.”
My appetite had been steadily declining, as was normal for people in the end stages of heart failure.
Thankfully, Jackson didn’t say anything or try to force me to eat. He just casually ordered a few things.
After the manager took our menus and left, Jackson picked up the water next to him and poured a glass for me.
Even with our hor rible past and the current situation, he was still the epitome of perfect manners, ever the gracious host. He
hadn’t changed at all. He had always been different from the other children in the orphanage.
Silent, quiet, and polite. His responses were always measured, as if he was always thinking about all possible outcomes before
speaking. Always the best grades, and always the biggest and strongest. He didn’t encourage any conflicts, but he never shied
away from them.
It came as no surprised that he was an Alpha. He’d always been one, even before he or anyone else knew who he really was.