Chapter 4
Myra‘s POV.
| push my glasses back up my nose as they repeatedly slide down it. Squinting at the computer screen, I try and finish the spreadsheet I started an hour ago, Sighing, I push away from the desk, stand up and go over to one of the filing cabinets. I need to find the folders from last year to be able to complete the spread sheet.
I pull open the bottom drawer and bend over, leafing through the folders, trying to find the ones I need.
“Need a hand?‘ An incredibly deep, husky voice calls out from behind me and I jump in shock.
I straighten up and turn around to see the asshole from yesterday, leaning against the wall with a stupid smirk on his gorgeous face.
‘No, thank you, I reply quietly, turning around and collecting the folders. I ignore him as I place them on my desk and begin sorting through them. He walks over, his big boots sounding heavily on the floor. My breath catches in my throat as he stops in front of my desk. I wait for him to say something, but he doesn‘t. I look up to see him staring down at me, his face impassive.
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‘Can I help you with something?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.
He smirks and opens his mouth to say something, but the intercom on my desk buzzes and cuts him off. I lean over and press the button.
‘Yes, Alpha?
‘Hi, Myra. Is my Beta around?‘ He asks and I frown in confusion.
I‘ve never met his Beta before, how am I supposed to know?
I‘m here, the gorgeous man in front of me directs his words to the intercom and then crosses his arms over his huge chest.
“Good, come into my office. You too, Myra, Alpha Damien says and I blink in surprise.
That‘s his Beta?
‘Yes, Alpha,‘ I mumble as I stand up and straighten my skirt.
I follow the Beta silently as we walk to Alpha‘s office. He opens the door for me and gestures for me to go in first.
He‘s remembered his manners this time.
I smile politely and take a seat in front of Alpha Damien‘s desk. I try to control my breathing as the Beta sits down next to me, he‘s so close that I can feel the heat radiating off his magnificent body.
‘Right, I need you to accompany Myra to the Eastern coast pack. I need Alpha Eli to sign a contract and I‘d like you to ensure everything goes smoothly, Alpha Damien orders and I see the Beta clench his fists next to me. Obviously, he‘s not very happy about this. To be honest, a road trip with him doesn‘t exactly thrill me either. He‘s not much of a talker.
Topen the door and awkwardly slide into the passenger seat, the Beta doesn‘t say a word as he pulls away from the house onto the road. I put on my seatbelt and prepare myself for a long, silent journey.
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