The Alpha’s Contract
A man a similar age to Alpha Dane, steps out from a room, knocking over a stack of books and sends them crashing to the floor.
His dark hair is tied up into a bun on top of his head. He peers at me with his deep green eyes. “You must be Neah. And you are right on time.” He smiles, sticking his hand out at me. “I’m Klaus, your tutor!” He beams at me, his hand still hovering in the air.
His eyes flicker to the bright orange earbuds I had in my ears. “Ah, the memories.”
‘He’s safe.’ Alpha Danes' voice fills my head.