Sophia
For a moment, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. There was no way….I mean absolutely no way that the man wearing the white shirt and black apron, balancing a tray of steaming cups and smiling like a schoolboy, could be Erick.
But he was.
The Alpha King of Blackthorne.
The same man who once commanded legions and had kings kneeling before him.
My jaw nearly hit the floor.
“Mrs. Ross,” I croaked, still not believing what I was seeing, “who… who did you say the new employee is again?”
Mrs. Ross turned, her face lighting up like a Christmas tree. “Oh! Isn’t he wonderful?” she gushed. “He’s so polite, Sophia! Never complains, always smiling, even when customers are difficult. Such a fine young man, he's strong too, I tell you. He helped me carry those flour bags this mor
