Fifty-Eight

She was up before dawn. As she watched the sunrise behind the clouds, she buttoned up her white blazer dress paired with white heels and looked this way and that in the mirror.

Her hair was swept back and tied up, while she kept makeup minimal. All that was needed was a nice bag or purse.

The minute she stepped out of her bedroom, her Alpha was there, standing in his pajamas and staring at her in bewilderment.

"And just where do you think you are going?" he asked.

"Well, good morning to you too," Olivia said, turning to walk away.

Titan grabbed her arm. "I asked you a question, where do you think you are going without answering me?"

"Well, I see we are back to the old order of things," Olivia said curtly.

"What are you talking about?"

"You shoving your authority down my throat,"

"I'm the one in charge, I have always been and I always will be, it's not the old order of things, it's the natural order of things,"

Olivia moved closer to him. "And are you really in charge if you