Brielle's POV
So this was him.
Jake Stromrider.
The most feared and powerful Alpha in the region, maybe even the entire continent. The man who could end wars with a single glare, who had entire packs trembling at his name. And here I was, standing in his office, bruised, battered, and trying very hard not to let my knees buckle.
He didn’t look real.
Towering and broad-shouldered, with dark hair that looked like he didn’t care enough to tame it and eyes so sharp they could cut glass. His black button-up shirt was rolled up at the sleeves, exposing tanned forearms corded with muscle. He leaned casually against his desk like he wasn’t radiating pure dominance.
And his scent,oh god, his scent,was doing things to me I didn’t want to admit.
I’d only just discovered he was my second chanc
