The Alpha’s Secret Baby
“Alpha Omari of the Scarlet Pack, I presume?”
“I am. And you must be Ryan Poole.”
“That I am,” the man gave a hearty chuckle, Omari’s face not giving so much as a twitch of a smile.
Soon, they were seated. After being served refreshments by yet another scantily clad girl, Ryan made to lock the door of his office, turning to the Alpha seated with a more serious expression than he had sported before.
Time to get down to business, Omari thought.
An hour passed before Omari emerged from the small yet comfortable office. He began to make his way out, slowly, through the strip club that was somehow even fuller than it was before. Omari found himself pausing, just as he was halfway through.
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