***SYMONE'S POV***
I drove about twenty minutes or so to the packhouse of Alpha Roman Blackwell. I was determined to get this man out of my system so I could do the job I came here to do and leave. I approached a large gate guarded by two burly men -werewolves, I assumed. They motioned for me to pull over, and I slowed to a stop. One of the men approached my driver's side door, and I lowered the window.
"State your business, miss," the man said. He was massive. He had dark skin and a shaved head with tattoos on his arms.
"I am here to speak to Alpha Roman," I said nonchalantly, showing the big bad wolves that I wasn't the least bit intimidated by them.
"What matter is this about?" the man asked. His voice was deep and powerful.
"That is not your concern. Tell him Symone is here. I a
