Nick strode over with a cold expression. “Wendy, come with me.”
I had just arrived at the Brown Pack for overtime work and hadn’t even made it to the design department when I ran into Nick.
A powerful pressure radiated from him—I could feel it clearly. Nick was in a terrible mood.
I silently followed him into his office.
“Why didn’t you answer my calls?” he demanded, towering over me.
I glanced at my phone. “Sorry, it was out of battery.”
“Where did you go?” His face darkened further.
Clearly, he didn’t buy the “out of battery” excuse.
“I had something to do,” I replied flatly.
“Where?” Nick pressed.
“To meet a friend.” I frowned slightly, wondering what had triggered him this time.
Was the Moon Goddess’ gift of intelligence and strength to Alphas meant to be used for emotional
