The hallway outside his office felt too long. Every step Jenna took echoed against the tiled floor, her stomach twisting with a mix of dread and anger. She clenched her fists, whispering to herself.
Don’t let him see you flinch. Don’t give him that satisfaction.
But her palms were clammy.
The door loomed ahead, half-open as if it had been waiting for her. She inhaled sharply before knocking.
“Come in,” his deep voice commanded.
Jenna pushed the door open and slipped inside. The office was drenched in power—dark wood shelves lined with books, the sharp scent of leather, and him standing there, broad shoulders squared, gaze locked on her.
Alpha Ryker.
He didn’t sit behind the desk. No, he leaned casually against it, as if he owned not just the office but her, too.
“Close the door,” h
