DARIUS POV
I wanted to put an end to this meeting and it hasn't even begun. The agents Alpha Hale sent gritted on my nerves.
The girl—I had forgotten her name as soon as she said it—was annoying as hell. Her voice was too high pitched, her face too doll-like with makeup, her smile too fake, her body language too forced.
Like someone had instructed her to impress the savage alpha unless they'd take away her favorite doll.
Then the guy—whose name I had also forgotten—was plain arrogant. His nose was up in the air like something was stuffed on it, his shoulder forcefully high.
Hell, I wanted this day to end already.
"Your pack house is really beautiful, Alpha Darius," Barbie—that was the perfect name for her—said, as we walked towards the pack. That pitch made me clench my teeth. "
