10:25
10:26
I didn’t have to look up from my computer to know the moment Maverick emerged from Steven’s office with whoever he was questioning. The air changed. A few people took nervous breaths.
I looked anyway. I needed to seem just as human as everyone else.
The Alpha only paused for a moment at the beginning of the hallway. His narrow-eyed gaze swept the room. I wasn’t sure where his megaphone had gone, but I appreciated its absence.
“Bloom Sharpe.”
A shiver rolled down my spine with the sound of my name in his low, commanding voice.
Despite the goosebumps breaking out on my arms, I knew he was calling my name for one reason:
Questioning.
I let out a slow, steadying breath and rose to my feet.
Maverick’s forehead creased slightly, just for a heartbeat, before it smoothed again.
He gestured toward Steven’s office
I side-stepped my chair and crossed the room at a pace that would’ve been just slightly quick for a human. Every single one of my coworkers’ eyes were on me.
I didn’t blame them for staring. If one of them was in my place, you’d better believe I’d be doing the same.
The gorgeous Alpha didn’t budge as I approached.
His scent grew stronger, and I tried not to react to it even though it confused the hell out of me.
And made my fangs descend immediately.
He smelledsweet. Like vanilla, and cinnamon.
What the hell was going on?
Why did the Alpha of the Alpha Pack smell so good? Wasn’t it enough that he was stupidly attractive? Not all werewolves were that gifted in the physical department. The majority were only slightly bigger than humans.
I was just going to have to find a way to ignore it. And try not to let him see my fangs, if they refused to retract.
Maverick gestured toward the office across from Steven’s. His nostrils flared as I stepped past him, and his shockingly bright, emerald eyes began toglowfor some reason.
He grabbed my upper arm, and his chest met my back before he took my chin in his other hand.
His skin was blissfully warm. The shock of the sudden physical contact caught me off guard for a moment—until he went for my throat.
I jerked to my left just in time to avoid a set of wickedly-sharp teeth. They barely grazed the side of my throat, scraping my skin without drawing blood.
Maverick took me to the ground with just a little pressure to my right shoulder. His arms absorbed the impact of my collision with the floor, making the fall painless as he caged me in.
His lips brushed my throat, and instinct had me throwing a leg over his hip, trying to roll us over.
It worked.
Or he let me roll him, for some reason.
His back hit the fancy tile.
