Third Person
Hot, sexy, handsome, and indifferent. Prince Reagan sat on his office chair, his lips pulled out into a thin line. Even a simple task like flipping papers seemed sexy and entertaining under his long and deity fingers. His hair, not so long, draped his face, adding to his charms.
His concentration was interrupted by a beep sound from his phone.
"Speak," He ordered nonchalantly, impatience written all over his face as he waited for the other party to speak.
"We have him, Alpha Prince. " A voice rang from the other end of the phone, and Prince Reagan's brows kneaded together; a ruthless look appeared on his face, covering his drool-worthy features.
"Did he speak?" Prince Reagan's eyes flickered with raw ferociousness as he asked. The other party stammered, an obvious indi
