For Pleasure Only
“Yes, Alpha.”
Few minutes later, a tall brown haired man sauntered into the office, his eyes bright with an emotion I could not decipher in that moment.
Well, he certainly caught my attention.
“Have a seat,” I said, watching as he did so.
“Thank you for having me, Alpha Aiden,” he replied, rubbing his hands. “I'm Harry. Harry Winston.”
“I see. What do you want?”
He didn’t waste any time in responding. “To join your pack. I want to destroy the rogues too.”