Olivia
When my womanly charms didn’t work on Wilson, I had to threaten him with bodily harm. I think he was a little surprised to be physically threatened by a human woman who was barely five-foot-two. His eyes bugged out and his Adam’s apple bobbed around, and he finally nodded dumbly, consenting to drive me to the office of Bently Howser Brooks.
I almost felt a little sorry for the guy. It was quite a long drive. When he started to whine about gas, I waved a fifty under his nose and told him to pull into the nearest gas station. I borrowed Wilson’s phone to search for directions to the law office, which was not nearly as impressive as the name made it sound.
“You know, when the Alpha asked me to drive you around, he meant to take you to your doctor appointments and job intervi
