Chapter 117

XANDER

"You smell like a wolf," I'm greeted with those words as I enter my office. I look at Donovan who has a glass tumbler at his lips, the sparkling amber liquid is almost empty.

"What are you doing here?" I ask instead, glaring at his feet that are crossed at the ankles, ON MY DESK. "Get your legs down," I growl and he does that immediately before sitting up.

I don't know why the fuck he spends all his time in my office when he has his, and all he does is annoy me and get on my nerves. Actually, this is the answer to my question.

"What are you doing here again?" I ask, though I'm quite sure I'm going to regret asking that in the first place.

"Well, I came to look for you because I didn't find you around the pack house and the dungeon and you know, everywhere else you should be, but here." he pauses, I don't know if it is for dramatic effect or for me to reply. I don'