a P

the master bedroom, not with it still carrying the scent of Bryce. But no matter how much I tried to hide

o tightly, but I couldn't fall apart now. I had to go to wor

severe, most inconspicuous charcoal gray suit I owned. I applied concealer wi

oom. She told me that Bryce had come home in the early hours,

rfume? I thought with a bitter internal laugh. I forced down

a major project meeting today. I had to be professiona

shift in the atmosphere. The curious stares, the hus

le. In a place like this, any ripple in the Alpha's per

placed a coffee on my desk. "Arla," she whisper

l. I turned on my computer, but the whispers followe

. Someone saw her on the executive

You know. She was always just a wolfless nobo

ing into the plastic. The humiliation was a

ome water. The gossiping team members fell silen

my movements stiff,

idn't know who I was, gestured toward me. "Who's

down!" she hissed, her voice dripping with condescending pity

st

e across the face,

his own company, I was nothing. An invisible woman, erase

na. I had never even be

om my face. The glas

siping employee's eyes. The look I gave her was so full of

desk and set the gla

yce's signature, a final approval I couldn't bypass. Riding the e

with an uncomfortable formality. "Miss Osborn.

ight to speak, and sat in

ice swung open. He emerged, followed by a woman who

as holding his arm as