The moment my eyes landed on John, my body tensed instinctively.
My wolf recoiled first.
He sat there far too relaxed, dressed loosely, completely at ease within his own territory. Everything about him screamed ownership—this space, this moment, even the air I was breathing. Still, I reminded myself that I had no right to judge an Alpha's habits or preferences. This was business. Nothing more.
I forced my shoulders to relax and walked over, sitting on the couch across from him. I handed him my draft, keeping my movements calm and professional.
"Please take a look at the design I prepared for you, Alpha Curtis," I said evenly. "Let me know if there's anything you'd like adjusted."
John flipped through the pages slowly. As he read, his expression softened into clear satisfaction.
"These are excellent," he said, smiling. "You really live up to your reputation, Miss Tillman. I like your designs very much."
I nodded politely, my wolf staying alert beneath the surface.
