Forty-Five

What pumped his rage and fury was the recollection of the last twenty-four hours.

EARLIER

Titan stared at the phone in his hand as he was once again, for the umpteenth time, pushed to voicemail. The only thing that stopped him from flinging it at the wall was that he certainly was not the type to incur unnecessary expenses. But honestly, what was Olivia's problem anyway?

Why was she refusing to speak with him?

Titan turned around to go meet with the other Alphas. As he strolled, he once remembered something his father had told him years earlier.

"Women are naturally enigmatic. They will puzzle you endlessly but it's always part of what makes them tick."

Titan wasn't so sure what exactly made Olivia tick. He had searched his mind endlessly but he wasn't sure what he had done to trigger this level of snobbery.

Unless of course, she was holding onto the atrocities of the past. Something she did with finesse anyway. That was why she brazenly told Asher, that he, Titan Black could