HUNTER’S POV
Miller’s face went completely drain-of-color pale. The tight, robotic smile on my face was enough to make his knees buckle right under him.
Without saying another word, he quickly pulled out the heavy leather chair opposite me and practically fell into it, sitting straight up on the very edge of the cushion with his hands folded and trembling wildly in his lap.
"I'm sitting, Alpha," Miller squeaked out, his voice a full octave higher than normal. "I'm sitting. See? I'm sitting down."
I leaned back into my chair, picking up my coffee cup again and taking another slow, quiet sip. I took my sweet time, letting the deafening, uncomfortable silence fill every single corner of the private office. Jax stood like a shadow right behind my chair, his arms crossed over his chest, his
