Reaching the office quickly, I realized that my luck had already abandoned me. I could feel it in my bones — Wayland was in there, in that office — but a tall, dried-up pike of a woman standing right at the door refused to let me through, claiming the alpha was currently very busy with something important. Nothing new — it’s the same excuse she gave me over the phone.
But who’s giving up? Certainly not me. Right now, I was the embodiment of a fire-breathing dragon, and trust me — it was better not to mess with me.
The alpha’s secretary turned out to be a gorgeous, long-legged she-wolf, as evidenced by the jealous gleam in her overly made-up eyes. She wore a designer pencil skirt and heels that gave her enough height to make me look up at her. Her blouse was unbuttoned far too low, trying
