Chapter 42

he smell of whiskey and cigarettes clung to him, making my nose wrinkle He was drunk, but not sloppy-just confident enough to be

dangerous. I could smell the arousal wafting off him, making my inner wolf growl in warning.

“I’m here for a friend,” I said firmly, trying to step around him, my heart hammering with worry for Sophia. “She called me for help.”

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Jason moved to block my path, his smile never reaching his eyes. “Don’t be in such a rush. Have a drink with us first. His hand reached out to touch my arm, and I fought the urge to flinch. After all, I might be your new boss soon. I heard you’ve been shopping your resume around.”

I stepped back, avoiding his touch. ‘I need to find my friend.

She can wait five minutes,” he insisted, moving closer again. His scent changed, taking on the musky notes of alpha interest that made my