Wendy's POV

(Whitney)

“Daven, finish that call. Change my afternoon meetings and clear out the living room. I need some privacy.” I said, my voice firm. I stared at the man in my clean living room, a man who thought he could just show up in my life after six years. George, the Alpha King, was here, and I felt a familiar annoyance building in my chest.

Daven, bless his tidy mind, didn't ask anything. He just nodded, his fingers already moving fast on his tablet, and headed for the door. “Sure thing, Ms. Decodes,” he said before vanishing.

I walked across the room, the soft carpet quieting my steps,...