**Two years later**
I wipe my brow as i walk to the kitchen to get table nine their order.
LA is annoyingly hot at this time of the year and the restaurant is packed with people from the lunch rush.
The experience is a bit of a hotspot where hollywood execs have their meetings. I run into famous people every two second and i'm not kidding.
It's at times like this i miss living with the pack. Sometimes i miss the quiet of a simple, surburban lifestyle, miss running through the woods.
Each time I think of the pack is m reminded of my stepsister and my lover's betrayal. My chest closes up. I get to the kitchen and flip to the page where i've written their order, hold it up and tap my pen against the page to get chef's attention.
.I try to avoid talking as much as i can. I don't know who tried to kill me the day i was banished from the pack, so i try to be careful.
"Anita!" I turn to see my boss motioning towards me frantically. I call out to my co-worker to cover my tables for me and head over to him.
"You called sir?" He dabs beads of sweat from his face as his eyes roam over my body from head to toe.
"You're a pretty little thing, i suppose you'll do." He puts his hands on my shoulders and steers me towards the restrooms.
"Freshen up will you? touch up your make up a bit. There are very important clients waiting in the jasmine room "
****
I exhale softly and lift my fist to the door of the private room, knocking softly beforepushing it open.
I step into the room and immediately i feel the electricity in the air, something is pulling at me, pushing me to submit.
Alphas.
Slowly, i lift my gaze from my feet and i feel my face heat up as i look into the eyes of the most beautiful men i've ever met.
They sit side by side and both of their gazes are locked on me, i see the moment realisation flashes across their eyes as they subtly sniff the air.
They-they're so beautiful.
I want to crawl into into their skin, i want to stay there forever.
The man on the left is obviously tall even seated, possibly around 6'5 with the most piercing blue eyes and thick aurburn locks my fingers itch to run through.
He fills out his designer suit perfectly and he's seated with a sort of self assurdeness that says nothing fazes him. He looks like he commands the room and sets the tone of things.
His partner on the other hand is all lean muscle and rugged good looks, his steel gaze is piercing and i see a hint of ink peeking out from his shirt collar.
He's quiet, contemplative.
At this point i realise i've been quiet and gaping at them for way longer than is socially acceptable.
"Um h-hi" i stutter, i can feel the blood rushing to my face.
"I mean good afternoon sirs, my name is Anita and i'll be your waitress for the afternoon."
"May i take your order?" i shuffle forward shyly tucking my hair behind my ears.
The aurburn haired one chews on his lower lip as he slowly appraises me.
"Give us a minute love" oh my God his voice. It's rough and gravelly and it sends tingles down my spine, i could listen to him talk in that british accent for ages.
A slimy cough interrupts our stare-off and it's only then that i register the other presence in the room. A portly middle aged man sits opposite my alphas (my alphas??) he eyes me up and down and licks his dry lips as he beckons me closer.
I go reluctantly.
"Sir? are you ready to order?" he gestures for me to bend a little and i do, he takes this opportunity to grab my ass and squeeze.
I cry out and the air goes chilly as the alphas jump up.
The aurburn haired one grabs him at the collar, growling, "How dare you touch her?"
The quiet one comes to me, silently asking if i'm okay with his eyes and then turning a murderous glare on the lecher when i nod in affirmation.
The alphas close in on him. "I was under the impression, Mr Gonzalez, that we were here for a business meeting?" my aurburn haired hero asks before throwing a single, earth shattering punch.
Mr Gonzalez wails and i see blood start to gush out of his nose. Fiery hair grabs the pervert by his thinning hair while mr silent starts throwing quick, successive punches at his stomach.
"I was just having a bit of fun!" Gonzalez yells.
"Don't be such a prude Anthony!"
So that's fiery hair's name, suits him.
Anthony slams his face into the wall with no effort at all. His face is cool and collected.
"You have two seconds to apologize before i lose my patience."
Mr Gonzalez breathes heavily, moaning loudly.
"Fine. I apologize" Anthony motions to his broody companion who punches Gonzalez again.
"Not to me, you dolt. To her." he says.
"I apologize, okay? i'm sorry!" he wails.
The silent alpha lets go of him, kicking him one last time.
Gonzalez throws me a nasty glare and runs out of the room as fast as he can. I slowly sink to the ground, exhaling in shaky breaths.
Anthony rushes over to me, he gently cups my face and tucks my pale blonde hair behind my ear.
Slowly, like he dosen't want me to get spooked, he uses his thumb to wipe the single tear that has escaped.
"I'm so sorry love, i'm so sorry i wasn't fast enough", his voice is gruff. I shake my head, pale lashes fluttering softly, I feel safe in his arms, protected enough to just be.
"You don't have to apologize" I murmur softly, worrying at the fabric of my skirt. "You don't owe me anything"
His eyes flash with something i don't understand. He takes my palm and i feel a bolt of electricity where our skin touches.
"I'm Anthony, and that's Asher" Anthony says and i nod.
Asher walks over to us and crouches. He takes my other hand and i get the same feeling i did when my skin met Anthony's.
"Hello Anita" Asher says, his voice feels like cool breeze on hot summer day.
"We're your mates."