Chapter eighty-seven

Alpha Khalid's pov:

I stomped back and forth across the floor of my office, waiting for my cloak-and-dagger man, my secret spy to arrive.

I can feel the rage rising with each step that I took, the rage rushing out like lava.

No matter what I do the anger was still there, how did I become so reluctant when that idiot had my secrets in her palms?

How can I allow him to keep roaming around when he held my downfall at the tip of his fingers?

With a wrinkled face and a twitched jaw, I clenched the glass of whiskey in my hand, piecing it into shreds.

"Fuck!"

I groaned in annoyance, why is it taking him too long to finish that girl?

That jerk of a guy had never flunked me before, he was one of my best!

Did he still have an idea that I can end him within a twinkle of an eye?

Slamming my hand against my brown desk, I heaved in a deep breath and tried to calm myself down a bit.

"Jade is dancing to a dangerous tone," I groaned, massaging my temple.

Drooping my head low, I inhaled sharply,