Alison
Asher ended up not publishing the article he had hurriedly typed in anger. "What do you think I should do?" his voice was desperate as he asked me. I could feel the disappointment rolling off him in waves.
"Why did you expect them to help you? They had already refused before." This was what I wanted to ask him but I kept it in my heart, there was no need to hit the man when he was down. "I am not sure," I answered instead. I didn't know much about alphas to give a valid opinion.
I noticed that in his destructive rage, he hadn't touched anything that belonged to me. His desk was broken in half, his chair was lying in pieces across the room, his computer was on the ground, and the walls had several holes in them. There were droplets of blood on my keyboard, and his knuckles were to
