Alpha Creed
I’ve always wondered where it leads to, and when the doors open to a large office, I now know what the V stands for.
“Take a seat, Miss Argento,” he says, walking towards a modest oak desk. I swallow down my apprehension and follow him, taking a seat to face him.
I feel a cold shiver run down my spine when he looks at me, the corner of his mouth slightly tugging up in a smirk. Still, it astounds me how there’s no emotion behind his eyes when there’s so much emotion in Creed’s.
“My Alpha had quite a story to tell,” he says, leaning back in his office chair. “Apparently the woman with the biggest bets and winnings has been rigging my fights. Care to explain how she does this?”
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