Aria's pov
I was trapped.
Pinned beneath Alpha Damien's solid frame, my heart pounded so hard it hurt.
His face hovered just inches from mine, his breath thick with whiskey and pine.
The scent filled the air, sharp and intoxicating.
"Alpha King, I'm not Sally," I said, forcing my voice to stay calm."I'm your personal secretary, Aria."
He didn't answer. His eyes were half-open but unfocused, his mind clearly lost in the haze of alcohol.
The weight of his body kept me pinned, heavy and unyielding.
I pushed against him with everything I had.And somehow, I managed to roll him off me.
When I looked back, he was already asleep again, his breathing deep and steady.
Relief rushed through me, leaving my limbs shaky.
So this was the great Alpha King, ruthless in pu
