Alexander’s POV

"Let me help you with that!" Angelica said, grabbing my bow tie.

"Don't! Touch! Me!" I growled, extending my canines to warn her.

We were getting dressed in our assigned room, and the situation was already awkward with her and me sleeping in the same room.

I requested a different room, but the omega in charge just shrugged, telling me there were no spare rooms available, and called Paul.

Paul just laughed when I pleaded my case to him. He thought it was hilarious, and that just pissed me off.

"The wheels have turned in my favor," he said. "Now you're stuck with a Luna you don't want,...