Book 4. Don't Run away from Alpha. Chapter 1

With her Starbucks coffee in hand, Emma shot out onto the street, her stiletto heels echoing on the asphalt as she made her way between the cars stopped for traffic, her purse clutched to her side and her coffee in her hand a considerable distance away, because the last thing she wanted was that from the speed of her steps, the dark liquid would spill over the impeccable white blouse or the matching pants, at least the black blazer could stand it but she doubted about the others, it had taken her at least seven minutes to make the impeccable and perfect bun on her head, and she could already feel some strands of her hair wanting to come out of place.

"Puff" She sighed when the great Manhattan wolf appeared in her sight a few inches from where she was, despite having four months working as a receptionist in the place the view did not stop stealing her breath, and that building seemed to want to touch the clouds, at least thousands of centimeters of