Why is fate so cruel

Seated in the restaurant with a table in-between them, Annabelle had a sad expression written all over her face as she stared at Alpha Alvin's hand which was hidden under the table.

She had unintentionally cut his hands with her sword when he was training her on the field to be able to defend herself with a sword.

It has been more than a week and he still hasn't healed.

As a werewolf he was supposed to heal immediately, not even to talk of the fact that he was an Alpha, but till now he hasn't still healed and she was disturbed.

He raised up his face and saw her staring at his hands, but she immediately diverted her eyes to the plate of food in front of her.

It wasn't a pile of food like before, but it was only two plates of food with two glass cups of wine.

"It's delicious. No wonder you choose this place," he said after making a pop sound with his lips.

He raised up his face and saw how mute she was as she continued playing with her fork.

"Are you mad? Why aren't you eating?" He aske