Alphas In Aquila

f the desk. It then turned the block of text scrolling across so that it orie

ld the man’s name. She

ed lines, trying to make sense of the complicated legales

to cover her mounting unease, but

a long moment as his gaze never broke from hers. A steady buzz of shuttles flying past the window of his high-rise office was the only sound, but even that drew her away.

had she been here? Minutes,

t even the slightest bit of comfort. It was in stark contrast to

y breaking the silence. He bent the fingers of one hand to inspect t

sly, he referred to the unique and highly sought-after female O

’t feel particularly gorgeous at the moment. Instead, she like what she was: a twenty-year-old College dropout,

ns of pages flew across the screen. It wouldn’t be possible to read

emanded before anyone would even speak with her. Part of her wanted to inspect the t

something, then she wo

she asked, swiping past the test fin

been clarified to you already.” The Whoremonger drooped in his a

enched her hands together to ha

ed for reliable decision making. “I am prepared to offer you two thousand dollars, with half deposited in your account

cted the plural and hope

uld I ha

t even a clu

er you’

e window. Her hands flicked at the heavy drapes until she caught a sliver of the spectacular view. This blue sky was the cl

he fortunate Betas who served them — blocked whatever vi

their lives for

’t do

hed her back, the effort to be gentle obvious, in a motion th

his fingers catching in the wild curls. “We have a very select clientele with certain desires, Alpha’s carefully chosen from among Aqui

lse would pay so much for the license of having a Beta obligated to follow their every command? As if the

hat they acted as if their position in society was some

t back to how this had all started. One of her customers at the din

except to place his order, leaving a black business