I needed to clear my head.
The club was loud and suffocating, the bass reverberating through the floor as bodies moved to the music. It was a stark contrast to the quiet of my office, but that's why I came here. To drown out the noise in my mind with something more tangible.
I sat in a booth near the back, nursing a glass of whiskey. The amber liquid burned as it slid down my throat, but it wasn't enough to silence the thoughts clawing at me.
Daisy. Her name was a curse, a distraction I couldn't afford. Yet, no matter how hard I tried, she lingered in the back of my mind like a ghost.
"Alpha," a sultry voice purred, pulling me from my thoughts.
I glanced up to see a young woman standing before me, her lips painted a deep red and her dress clinging to every curve. Her eyes sparkled wit
