Alpha Ivik

The gains and losses that should have caught my attention were just a blur of numbers in front of me. The numbers on the screen were interesting, but they couldn't compare to the pain in my chest. It had been there since Heather left for Los Angeles two weeks ago. Every figure I looked at was an attempt to dull the pain of her absence, and every mouse click was an attempt to take my mind off the desire that consumed me.

If I were any other Alpha, I might have used force to keep her near and prevent her departure. But force was not the way of...