Ronan
My lawyer was the best Blue Crescent had to offer. He was a f*cking shark who loved to get his clients what they wanted. Alpha Matthew hated him because he always got the wolves who got into trouble off with his sharp tongue and wit.
I smirked as he sat back in his chair with black slicked-back hair and a bored look on his face. He read the contract and as he did, he wrote some sh*t down on a legal pad next to him.
Across from us, sitting at a long conference table that we borrowed here at the packhouse, was Cerulean, watching the both of us with a serene look on her face.
Jacob, my lawyer, sat up and pressed his lips into a thin line. "My client thought up some other things last night that we would like to add to the contract."
Cerulean nodded. "Well, I have my stuff here. Let
