Zaria didn’t expect to find Alpha Drevon waiting in her office.
He was leaning against the window, his black shirt open at the throat, exuding the same quiet power she remembered. His presence was thunder wrapped in silk—dangerous, yet deliberate.
“How did you get past security?” she asked, unfazed.
“I don’t need permission to see what’s already mine,” he said coolly, his silver eyes locked onto hers.
She scoffed. “You’re confusing admiration with ownership.”
He pushed off the glass and approached, slow, like a predator circling a worthy opponent. “Admiration was the beginning. But I came to make my intentions clear.”
Zaria stood her ground. “I don’t remember inviting declarations of intent.”
“Then let this be your first.”
He reached into his coat and placed a black envelope on her
