Lucian’s POV
Knowing that if we tried to have this conversation in our home, Sheila would just storm off to her room and slam her door in my face, I called Sheila to my office in the Alpha headquarters building to have a discussion on her recent press appearances and interviews.
When she arrived, I was already sitting behind my desk, fully prepared, with my fingers laced together on my desktop. To my annoyance, she was wearing a short, red cocktail dress and high heels, her hair and makeup fully done as if she was going to a club and not to a professional meeting with the pack Alpha.
She had professional clothing. I’d seen her wear it on many occasions. Perhaps she was hoping to use her appearance and femininity to avoid the punishment she must have suspected I was about to dole out.
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