Benjamin Reed
I looked at the perfectly tailored suit like it had offended me. I scoffed, throwing the upper part out the window.
It had been hours, and with each passing second, I missed Olivia. I missed her stubborn nature, her laughter, her cry. I needed her… for my pack, of course.
My wolf snapped inside me, refusing that Olivia was for us. But my mind constantly said otherwise.
Then I wore the shirt, not caring about putting on the ironed trousers.
Cynthia watched me like a hawk. I deliberately flexed my muscles, watching her lustfully stare at them.
“So… it’s such a shame that you have no window to the outside world. It must be very lonely,” I said calmly.
Cynthia widened her eyes like she had been caught off guard. “Not always… we have a mirror…” She cupped her mouth before
