Esma’s pov

“Will I get everything here?” I asked the old man in the glasses sitting on his desk reading a rom-com. Probably When Kattie met Cassidy by Camellia Pierce. He looked up from his book annoyingly but soon it resolved into nervousness as soon as he sensed I was the Alpha.

“Ye… yes, Ms?” he stumbled on words and I already knew I was intimidating him. I hardly intimidate anyone, if it wasn’t for the alpha blood coercing in my veins, nobody feared me.

“Rockwood.” I said too curtly much to my dislike. He nodded and bowed at the same time and closed his book finally, not before putting...