Ivonne's POV
"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 you."
"In this case it does," I didn't deny it or try to make him see reason. "I already explained what it's for and why I—-"
"Because you wooed Lincoln into marrying you?" He raised a question and took a step closer. "Now he doesn't spare you a glance or give you what you want, you are in search of your next target?"