"That freaking brat said that to me?" Lucretius asked through gritted teeth when I told him the message from Commander Rachelle as soon as I arrived. "She has a mouth on her. Tell her I appreciate the concern for my mobility."
I pressed my lips into a thin line to suppress the smile that was about to show on my face. Now, I could understand why Commander Rachelle was able to provoke him.
Lucretius disliked being called an old man.
"What are you smiling about?" he asked, one brow climbing.
I froze, gulping, and opened my mouth. "Nothing," I lied clumsily. I was about to add another word, but then we were interrupted when the door opened and Horace stepped in, carrying two boxes.
"The dresses have arrived, Alpha," he reported after bowing his head.
Lucretius' expression changed and bec
