Derek's POV
I threw in a bit of Alpha aura in my words.
Joanna's knees buckled, and she dropped to the floor with a thud. "Yes, Alpha Derek, I'll tell you everything!" Her reaction caught me off guard. I hadn't even started putting any real pressure on her yet.
"Speak," I ordered sharply.
"I felt it was a pity to throw away the trimmed roses from the garden, so I sold them for 2 dollars each in the evening. I didn't mean to do it, I've been strapped for cash and my grandma's sick. I'm sorry, Alpha Derek, I won't do it again."
Joanna confessed incoherently, tears streaming down her face.
I frowned, surprised that she actually confessed so soon.
But this trivial matter wasn't what I really wanted to know. "Is that all you want to say?"
My tone revealed obvious impatience.
Joanna wip
