“Holy cow in a fowl’s butt…” Mr. Stan exclaimed, not in excitement, but in pure shock, maybe even horror.

“Hell freaking no!” Vivian snapped, even though a part of her had expected this. “We could get killed. Isn’t he the mad alpha?”

“No, he’s not!” Lucy shot back, her voice sharp with anger. “Falcon is the mad alpha. I don’t even know why I’m telling you this, you two literally work for him.”

Vivian and the stylist shared a quick, loaded glance, one that hid secrets Lucy had no idea existed.

With a graceful flick of her fingers, Vivian tilted Lucy’s attention toward a tiny red light blinking in the...