The Alpha’s Genius Dud
For ten minutes, the only sound was the clicking of the keyboard.
When she finished, the server light on the corner of the desk turned a steady, calm green.
Killian looked at the data. He looked at her. A strange, dark intensity grew in his eyes. He didn't say ‘thank you.’ Instead, he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up.
“How did you get those brains, Faith? Orphans in the trenches don't learn system architecture.”
“I taught myself,” she whispered.
His thumb traced her lower lip. The tension in the room was thick enough to choke on. Killian was fighting himself—his wolf wanted to claim her right there on the desk, but his mind and ego couldn't accept that a wolfless girl was his match.
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