Amy POV
My hands were shaking.
Alpha Drake was intimidating, even more so because I had a stupid crush on him.
Not that he would ever feel the same about me. He was an Alpha, and I was nothing. I wasn’t worthy of him.
But how could I not have had a crush on him? He was so handsome. He was funny. He was kind. I got to know him better over the last few weeks, and I liked him. He was a handsome, smart man.
I followed him to the garden behind the packhouse. Unlike the rest of the place, the garden was peaceful. Nobody was around, and before I knew it, Alpha Drake and I were completely alone. I could still hear the voices coming from the packhouse, but no one was close to us.
I was nervous. I started playing with my hair, twisting it, and curling it around my fingers. I always did that when I was nervous.
Alpha Drake finally stopped walking. He turned around and looked me up and down.
I shivered.