Sienna’s POV

I was still blindfolded, hands behind my back, heart jack-hammering when the office doors banged open again.

Heavy boots.
Two sets.
Not Luther’s.


These were different, cocky, unfamiliar, and way too close.

Big hands clamped around my upper arms from both sides, fingers digging in just enough to make me gasp.

“No, no, no—” I jerked, twisting hard, but they were iron.

A low, amused chuckle right by my ear.


“Easy, princess. Alpha’s orders.”

My stomach ...