Megan
Click.
The door to my brother’s office swung open as I stepped inside. The familiar air of dominance and authority hung heavy in the space, as ambient and intimidating as always.
My heels clicked against the hardwood floor as I crossed the room to his desk. It was its usual mess—papers strewn everywhere, pens rolling precariously close to the edge. Beta Matt must’ve given up trying to keep it clean. Not that I blamed him. Cleaning up after my big brother, Alpha Cole, was a thankless task.
With a smug grin, I sank into his chair, leaning back as I crossed my legs. No one dared to sit here in his absence—not even the elders. No one, except me.
The door creaked open again, and Kimberly slipped inside, clutching a notebook and pen like they were shields. She was clumsy and meek, he
