“Alpha,” Neil tilts his head in respect. Andrew stood in the doorway, nostrils flaring.
What the hell does he have to be upset about?
A growl quietly vibrated in Andrew's chest. Neil tilted his head at him in confusion, not intimidated in the least by our alpha’s aggressive behavior.
“Everything okay, sir?” Neil quirks a brow.
Andrew ignores his question, turning those fierce eyes on me, “Natasha,” he says through clenched teeth, “May I speak with you?”
“f**k him. Just say no,” Flora grumbled.
“He’s still our alpha. I can’t tell him no.”
“Why not? What’s he going to do? If he wants to talk to you, make him crawl on his hands and knees and lick your feet.”
I laughed in my head at her. “I can’t do that.”
“Why not? He seemed to enjoy doing it the other night.”
So engrossed in my
