Valentine grinned, leaning against the doorframe. "Difficult? No, boss. The word you’re looking for isindependent. Little Miss Independent doesn't want anyone’s charity, especially not fromthe AlphaKing." 

"Go," Conrad said, turning his chair back to the window. 

"On it," Valentine said with a smile, spinning on his heel. 

As Valentine left, Conrad looked down at the black card on his desk. 

He picked it up and held it for a moment, the scent of her still clinging to the plastic. 

For the first time in years, the Alpha King felt like he was the one being outmaneuvered—not by arival Alpha, but by an Omega who had won his heart even without...