Soren
I sat behind my desk, staring at the pile of paperwork I had no intention of finishing. It had been five days since Rowan and I fought. Five days of silence and him not acknowledging me.
My jaw tightened as I leaned back in my chair. I kept telling myself he'd walk through the door any second and apologize for his outburst.
I was wrong, of course.
An Alpha doesn't apologize, not to anyone. That much I knew, so why did I expect it from him? The thought grated on me.
A sharp knock interrupted my spiraling thoughts. I sat up straighter, my heart involuntarily picking up pace. Maybe it was him.
"Come in," I said,
The door opened, but it wasn't Rowan. Rudolf stepped inside, his usual smug expression in place, followed by someone else. Darius, leader of the bikers.
I stood, pushing aside my disappointment. "Darius," I greeted, extending my hand.
He clasped it with a firm grip, his dark eyes assessing me. "Alpha Soren."
