Asking for help (James POV)

Rosalind said she was tired and needed to rest, but I didn’t buy it. I knew she’d retreated to her room to wallow in her tears.

Our conversation took a quick turn earlier, just as I’d expected, and the moment the question left her lips; I knew that I couldn’t give her the answer that she was looking for.

My back hits the leather of my office chair as I lift my feet onto the edge of my desk.

I’ve decided that the Moon Goddess has it out for me. She mated me with not only a witch, but a human.

Reaching up, I scrub my hand over my face, groaning as the chair leans further back.

I don’t have a fucking plan for this. I thought I’d be mated to some Alpha’s daughter or something that would make a hell of a lot more sense than whatever this is.

“Fuck,” I leaned forward, slamming my fists against the desktop.

My fingers dialed the only person I knew that could figure shit out when I needed it, “Mr. Wood, what lovely endeavor does your bank account allow today?” Dante chirped through the other