Daniel's pov
The bar we were headed to wasn't just any bar it was meant for the Alpha alone, a private space where only trusted members of the pack could come and speak freely.
Trixie was adjusting her dress and making sure of her cleavage.
" Relax, " she whispered, her voice low as she leaned in near. " I'm just trying to keep it casual and practice how to get to the Alpha."
Crazy.
She was good at this — too good. I could see it in the way she smiled, how she touched my arm like she was staking her claim. But I didn't let it get to me. I was here for a reason, and it had nothing to do with her games.
We reached the door of the bar, and I gave the guard a nod. He stepped away without a word. Damon had a separate time with pleasure and business. He'd be here soon.
Where Alpha's blood ran thick.