NOAH'S POV
"Alpha Noah Turner. I see you've finally come to your senses." Callihan said to me when I told him why I have come. His eyes were mocking me, as was his singsong voice. I swallowed hard and clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stay calm.
"Will you help me or not?" I asked, not moving my gaze from his face. I gave nothing away, not fear or desperation. I was determined not to let him get that satisfaction.
"Will I help you or not? Will I help him or not?" Callihan repeated to thin air. Like one who was lost in thought, he tapped his fingers lightly on the table before him.
"Yes, Callihan. Will you help me?" I repeated.
"But my dear boy, I thought we've made this clear from beginning. It's a business deal between two Alphas. I won't exactly call that rendering help.
