Chapter Six

SOLOMON opened the door and stepped into the office. After he shrugged off his coat, he folded it over his arm. He hadn’t been sure what to expect when he arrived, but the hazel-eyed Omega staring at him defiantly hadn’t been it.

What a lovely color those eyes were—more golden than green. Odd color for a werewolf, though, but what did he know? He didn’t know that much about the inner workings of a werewolf pack either, but he’d heard Omegas were… well, submissive wasn’t exactly the word he was looking for. Maybe passive was a better description, although the heated glance from his soon-to-be mate didn’t fall into that category. He also wasn’t expecting the scent of desire in the air that, if he wasn’t mistaken, came from Lucia.

Alpha Salvatore rose from behind his desk. “Welcome. Please have a seat. Would you like anything to drink?”

“No, thank you.” Did Alpha Salvatore really think this was a social call?

Solomon walked farther into the office and seated himself next to Lucia. Renato