This… this was not what Ryan had been expecting when his dad declared all the Sterling siblings had to work ‘normal’ jobs. The alpha had naively expected the hosting job at the greasy diner to be a cake walk. But, people were so mean. It felt like each customer was worse than the last, and he had only been there for a few hours.

How was he supposed to survive a few years?

Ryan stifled a groan. He was sat in an empty booth with a tablet. He barely listened to the mind numbing training videos. Instead was mentally spiraling on how he was going to survive the dinner rush. His breath was punched out of him all at once: his fated mate was here.