Who says alphas can’t follow orders?
I wasn’t an alpha, but I wasn’t an omega either.
I was a delta – a genetic freak who switched designations more than any other delta thanks to my insufferable indecision. I became an alpha for my sister, but now she doesn’t need me anymore and I’m spiraling. I have no idea who or what I’m supposed to be.
All I know is that I’m good at solving murders.
I’m a top-notch behavior analyst and the best in my field, but I don’t have a partner anymore and they want me to train this rookie to replace her – a quiet, unobtrusive legacy alpha with only a single red eye.
Soren Hart is one of the strongest alphas I’ve ever come across, and yet, he has no issue following my orders. My shitty attitude doesn’t bother him and neither does my cold shoulder. I’ve never met an alpha like him before and it’s seriously messing with my head.
The last thing I can afford to do is fall all over myself for another alpha.
Again.
My designation is too fragile – too unpredictable. If I let myself actually like my rookie, there’s a good chance my act will come crumbling down and all my hard work gone, just like that.
I just had to get him through his training and solve this case before he tears apart my carefully curated world, because no matter how much I might want to rely on his reassuring presence, I have a legacy to uphold and a pack to lead.
There was no room in my world for another alpha.
Or so I thought