Grayson
I saw her as soon as I walked into breakfast. She is gorgeous and as I listen to the discussion, brilliant too. She cut straight to the heart of the matter and had a solution to Alpha Will’s packhouse issue.
The voice of rejection as I am now calling it has been shrieking since I laid eyes on her. I push it aside painfully.
Her father is sending me on a tour with her. Finally, I can get some answers.
We climb into a small SUV that I assume is her car from the overwhelming smell of her in it. My wolf is going nuts at the smell while snarling at me to reject her quick.
She drives around the pack pointing things out. After an hour she says stiffly “do you like burgers and fries Alpha?”
“Will you ever call me Grayson?” I ask irritatedly.
“No. Do you like burgers and fries Al
