ALPHA Magnus Andersen
I ask, my deep voice rumbling across the table.
Stevens jerks in his chair, blinking his eyes very fast. "Nothing, Alpha Magnus."
My mouth kicks up in a knowing smirk, but I let it go.
The Moonkeep Chef walks over to our table, and I order his food for him like I always do. "He will have the cooked salmon, no green toppings, with the truffle rice —"
"Actually," Stevens cuts in quickly, lifting his chin up high. "I prefer the thick meat steak, medium rare, with garlic butter sauce and the crispy roasted potatoes."