“No Alpha, I need your help,” I insisted, scared of his harsh glare.

“No, you just said it,” he tilted his head to the side, his gaze angry as it pinned on me. “You need money.”

At a loss of what to say I admitted. “Yes Alpha, I need your help and the help I need from you is money. It is urgent and I—”

“I wonder why I thought you’d be here for something different,” he muttered, running his fingers through his black hair strands. “It all comes down to money for ...