117: The Most Obvious Route

ALPHA XANDER’S POV

“You smell like wolf,” I’m greeted with those words as I enter my office. I look at Donovan who has a glass tumbler at his lips, the sparkling amber liquid is almost empty.

“What are you doing here?” I ask instead, glaring at his feet that are crossed at the ankles, ON MY DESK. “Get your legs down,” I growl and he does that immediately before sitting up.

I don’t know why the fuck he spends all his time in my office when he has his, and all he does is annoy me and get on my nerves. Actually, this is the answer to my question.