Hebert's POV
Half-naked?
I glanced down at myself. Alright, fine, the bathrobe's collar was a bit too loose. But seriously, this silk is so slippery—I swear it wasn't like this when I left my room. My wolf let out a low growl inside me, not because of the rejection, but because we looked like some desperate, low-class peacock trying way too hard to impress.
This was all Marcus's fault.
Right then, my phone rang. It was Marcus calling.
I took a deep breath before answering, my voice as cold as I could manage. "Marcus."
"Hey, Alpha!" His overly cheerful voice came through, completely unfazed by my tone. "So, how'd it go? My plan was genius, right? She couldn't resist your perfect physique, could she? I'm telling you, the next step is—"
"She slammed the door in my face,
