Chapter 12 A Nice House

• Isla’s POV
• “His wife-to-be?” I muttered, my head dropping at the thought of that despicable woman’s claim.
• Still wondering what that was with the Daphne lady a moment ago, I walked into Alpha Killian's office, pausing at the threshold. Where was the desk I was supposed to be assigned right outside this office? Isn't that supposed to be my office? I could swear the desk was there before I left for the cafeteria. That was the setup I imagined, the one that gave at least some illusion of space and professionalism.