Can't read her mind

“This place looks busy, I wonder why the need for more brides, huh,” Alba said sarcastically when Miguel walked into the study room. Miguel chuckled and walked straight to the desk

“You know how it is, do you perhaps want to be among them,” Miguel remarked arching his brows at her. Alba was 24 years old, a powerful witch with powers she inherited from her parents. Over the years, she had done enough to earn herself a position as the werewolf commander. Trusted by the alpha king

“A spoiled little brat you say… I'd rather not,” she scoffed and sat on the chair. Miguel smiled faintly as he retrieved a few files from the shelves

“Just keep your heart in check, anyway, gotta go,” Miguel remarked, showing her what he had and turning to leave. Alba didn't utter a word but pushed the chair forward and fixed her eyes on the computer screen

Miguel made his way to the alpha's room. It was late, but he chose to make work happen before dawn.

Upon reaching the door, knocked lightly and pushed the