Raygan POV
She was sitting in her father’s chair with a smirk on her face, she’d really enjoyed putting that Alpha in his place, cutting him off at every turn. Didn’t know him at all, but knew right this very minute he was in that Alpha’s office, inside that pack of his, fumingly mad.
Could well be throwing a roaring fit over there, tossing furniture around that room at the disrespect she’d dished out. Chuckled at the thought that he likely had never been so disrespected in his life. Now had been and didn’t know how to handle it.
Her father stared at her from his position next to the desk, “Happy with yourself, are we?”
Raygan looked right at him “Ah, you know me.” She shrugged “And I don’t have to show any respect to the enemy. It’s not like they have something I want. It would have
