Serissa
I was halfway through my third martini when the low murmuring hum of conversation in the bar suddenly died and silence became almost as loud. Looking up, I spotted Felix Peltier walking straight towards me with a slimy smile plastered on his face.
I'd met him earlier in the day, another Alpha for a company called Red River. I couldn't remember what they did because I'd spent most of the meeting trying to avoid him. He was attractive and charming, as well as obviously wealthy, but every fiber of my being told me he was not to be trusted. I learned a long time ago to trust my instincts when it came to people. I barely managed to resist a groan as he sat on the bar stool next to me.
“Serissa,” he began in his smooth voice that reminded me of a particularly well-disguised venomous
