I had just stepped into the office when I saw Nigel lounging on the sofa, legs crossed, the way an Alpha would claim territory without a single word. My eyes immediately landed on the bouquet of deep red roses on my desk, their scent filling the room like a subtle challenge, a declaration of presence. My heart skipped a beat, but not from romance no, it was the raw surge of pack instinct that tightened my chest. I didn't know whether to laugh, groan, or grit my teeth in frustration.
"Young Master Nigel, why are you here so early?" I asked, my voice threaded with disbelief and a hint of exasperation.
"I came to check on my mate's environment," he said, his tone teasing yet carrying the quiet dominance of a wolf aware of its own territory. "This office is far too small. Want me to ask my cousin to expand it for you?"
"No. I like it here," I replied firmly. I didn't want luxuries I hadn't earned. My pack, my rules, my space.
