Iris West’s POV.
Sweat was profusely running down my back. This carriage was very hot and I’ve been seated here for the past fifteen minutes waiting for Alpha Kristen. He had the guts to send a guard to tell me I was twenty minutes late when he wasn’t even ready himself.
The Alpha’s footman and driver from last time had left the car. He muttered something about being punished to stay with me but I was only asking him a few questions. I did try to arrange his hair for him because in all honesty his current style didn’t fit him and I thought he was experiencing a bad hair day.
Three more drops of sweat ran down my back and I began to feel disgusted in my skin. I can’t take it anymore, there has to be another option.
“Sir,” I called out to the footman.
“Sir.” He didn’t answer me. “It’s q
