Chapter 8

• I should’ve known. Alpha Derick was even more shameless than I gave him credit for. Kneeling before me in my office, his face arranged in what I assumed was his best “romantic hero” expression, he was putting on quite the performance. I couldn’t help myself—I clapped. Slowly.
• “Well, well, Alpha Derick,” I drawled, smirking. “You never fail to amaze me.”
• His expression darkened like a brewing storm. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he snapped, his voice taut with indignation.