Not Just His Date

Zach escorted me to a table but before he could even sit down, he was called to join a group of guys that seemed very important. They wanted some alone time with the Alpha.

Me, already being on edge about where I was, sat in the chair by the table. Not wanting to seem out of place even though I already felt that way, I reached for one of the glasses of champagne that sat on the table.

It was light and when I sipped it, I did so very tentatively. It would be my first time trying something with alcohol.

How did it taste?

It tasted sweet and bubbly. There was no bitterness like I had thought. I really like how it tasted and I could not help but gulp down more than I knew I should have. In just one gulp, the glass was almost empty.

“Honey, is there something wrong?” A woman soon joined me at the table. She had snow-white hair and her lips were painted a bright red. She was aged but in a graceful way.

I had a feeling that she was one of those rich snobs that treated people of low-rank