“Nathan, you ready to go?” I ask, but before he could answer, there is a knock on the door.
“Come in,” I call out. A she-wolf enters. Soft, brown curls waves down her chest and back and bright, hazelnut eyes look at me. With a look of bewilderment, she inspects the room. The minute she makes eye contact with Nathan, her eyes widen, and she ever so slightly gasps for air. I look at Nathan and he is all but undressing her with his eyes.
“Oh, my, my,” I laugh amused, “you’re not an Omega.”
My words snap the she-wolf out of her trans and a red blush creeps up her neck.
“Excuse me?” she looks at me questioning.
“Nature prohibits an alpha to mate with an omega and I believe you and Nathan are mates,” I gesture to her to sit down. “Who are you?”
“I’m the accountant, Julia,” she answers shyl
