His Ex-Luna Is A Secret Heiress!
Still, I swallow the lump in my throat and ask, “Can’t you reschedule your meeting instead? This is important, Evans…”
“Come on, Georgia The pack duties and my business are more import—”
He doesn’t even get the chance to finish before a voice cuts through the air—sweet, soft, and utterly grating to my ears.
“Alpha Evans! I’m here!”
My heart lurches. I spin around, only to see Anastasia practically skipping toward us, a stack of documents clutched tightly in her arms.
She looks… flawless.
A sleek pencil skirt hugs her hips, and a cropped top shows off just enough to turn heads. Her hair is styled to perfection, not a strand out of place.