Sandra's POV.
I stood before Alpha Tyson with my arms crossed tightly on my chest.
My forehead was etched with worry but I managed to mask it with anger as I let the rage bubble on my face.
“Why are you asking me this?” I questioned. “Since when did your so-called mate and I become this close that I had to be involved in her business?”
Alpha Tyson said nothing. He just sat there, hands lowered to his side and observant. I knew he was watching for faults.
“Aren't you going to say something?” I asked, my voice raised to the highest. It irked me to know that all my efforts to frustrate Elizabeth and her friend had gone nowhere.
Alpha Tyson swooped in like a savior of some sort and took them out of my bondage.
What was his problem?!
Why did he have such perfect timing?
“You haven't an
