Cora turned around.
She looked at him. She didn't say a word.
Then, suddenly, she burst into tears.
Her sobs cut through the silence of the night, small and pitiful, the kind of sound that scraped at something raw and primal in a man,that ancient, instinctive need to protect.
Alpha Ethan's voice came low. "Shut the door."
The Maybach door clicked closed behind her.
He reached into the back and pulled out a stack of papers,a directory of every open position in the pack. He held it out to her.
"Pick one. Whichever you want."
Cora flipped through the pages, her eyes moving back and forth. Then she closed the folder, hesitating.
"I... can I ask for something higher? Something that pays more?"
Alpha Ethan stilled.
Nearly every position in the pack was on that list. Everything except
