CHAPTER 37
Erica's POV
(Jane)
“What the heck is this?” Alpha King Dante growled, his voice low and scary, echoing through his big, fancy office. He stood tall and strong behind his huge, expensive desk, which was now messy with fake samples from Buell Interiors, looking like trash after a wild party. His dark, piercing eyes kept flashing between Logan and me, and I could see a big storm brewing in them, ready to unleash its anger.
“Alpha King,“ Logan began, his jaw tight, the air around us thick with tension. “As Lady Jane thought, I have to say that all the materials from Buell Interiors are fakes. The quality is terrible these materials are nowhere near what we agreed on in our contract.“
I fidgeted nervously, feeling the weight of the truth press heavily on my chest. It’s one thing
