Alpha Asher
His sharp eyes studied her, his expression unreadable.
"Olivia Grant," he greeted her with a nod, closing the door behind him. "What can I do for you?"
As soon as the door clicked shut, Olivia’s senses sharpened, and she felt a tingle down her spine. The scent—faint but unmistakable. Fred wasn’t just any cop. He was a wolf.
Fred caught the subtle shift in her posture and raised an eyebrow. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Everything okay?"
Olivia took a deep breath, steadying herself. "You’re a wolf," she said, her voice low but steady. "I should have known."