"Why I am not invited in my own meeting?"
That one sentence made Ruth's heart stop for a second before it began thudding fast inside her chest. Her lips parted, and her eyes stung. Her whole body bathed in the buzz. Her toes curled as tingles erupted all over her skin before she gulped with effort.
Her body moved on its own accord as she stood up and turned her head to see the face she was longing to see all this time.
"Edwin O'Dell?!!"
She heard someone gasping in shock. The chairs scraped against the floor one by one, and Ruth didn't need to tell that they all were standing to greet their leader.
But her mind was focused only on him.
There he stood in all his Alpha glory. His coffee-brown straight hair had grown much that they rested below his earlobes. The shadow of light stubble had matured him into a man than his usual boyish look. His clothes were dirty with dust, and so were his shoes. His dagger remained at his waist.
