Jocelyn
I jiggle my leg and look around the vast office that belongs to Matt. Despite the fire that almost destroyed this whole wing of the packhouse during the human war, it still looked the same as when his father sat behind the desk. The shelves had been replaced with thick oak wooden ones. He had numerous books I'm sure he hasn't even picked up lining each shelve, meticulously dusted.
The sitting area in the corner of the room had updated furniture to match the rich, opulent look of the room. It was fit for an Alpha, and it bothered the sh*t out of me. It was stuffy. It was boring. Sure, it was beautiful, but nothing about this place felt homey. It was suffocating.
I turned to look at Calvin and snorted as I watched him braid his hair as he chatted with Ford.
Next to me on the cou
