Within ten minutes I was walking towards the elevator, going to the last floor. I pulled the sleeves of my purple dress. I ran my fingers through my hair. I touched my cheek. I sighed.
The elevator door opened and I stepped out.
Grayson's eyes lingered on my body and then he coughed before looking away, his expression cold and distant.
"Let's go" he said, his tone barely above a command.
Does he realize I'm not a pack soldier.
I rushed forward, my sandals slapping against the tiled floor. It was so squeaky clean that I wondered how many times did the omegas clean it in a week.
"Where are you going?" Grayson asked with a raised eyebrow.
My brows furrowed. I turned, staring at the car parked outside and then at him. I quirked a brow "aren't we leaving"
I was a hundred and one percent
