  &quot;Wait, so are they in your office for a meeting?&quot; I questioned Wolfie as we walked down the wide and honestly beautifully decorated hallways.
      &quot;Yes,&quot; He answered shortly, and I could tell from his tone he's done with any sort of conversation. Which is not good, because I need something to distract me from the ball of nerves in my stomach.
      I redirected my attention to the dark but stunning halls. Here's something to think about. Unlike my house's Master House, where everything is light and the color scheme stays in the range of whites and grays. Here, there's more of a rustic feel.
      With dark wood, instead of tile flooring, and furniture littered around with dark leather covers.
      Our furniture is all over the place. Doesn't follow any sort of theme, especially not the white and sleek one.
      Couches and chairs range from red, to black, to wood

  &quot;Jaz, this is Maria, the former Second of House Crimson,&quot; Wolfie introduced me to a girl that's around my age, maybe a little younger. She looked at me with stunning blue eyes and a smile that made something churn in me.
      Dang, that's a pretty good smile considering all the gooshy feelings that are flying around in my stomach.
      She laughed and turned to Wolfie, &quot;Oh, the one from the pack mom and dad are pissed at you for getting involved with?&quot;
      Ah, mom and dad. That explains why the smile did things to me. It matches her brother's.
      He rolled his eyes and shook his head, &quot;Everyone needs to stop thinking they can have an opinion on these things.&quot;
      Ooh, tea.
      &quot;I'm the alpha now. Not dad, not mom, definitely not you. I call the shots.&quot;
      Oh, this poor, lost little boy.
      His sister rolled her eyes. &quot;Whatev

  ***Maria's POV***
      &quot;Are we there yet?&quot;
      &quot;I swear to the goddess Maria, if you ask me that one more time, I will throw you out of this car,&quot; Wolfie growled.
      &quot;Uugghhh, but it smells like DOG in here! I feel like passing out from the fumes,&quot; I put my hand on my head and started swaying in my spot in the back seat dramatically.
      &quot;That would be a mercy,&quot; Wolfie grumbled.
      I scoffed loudly, &quot;Rude.&quot;
      We are on our way to Wolfie's pack, and he is being a douche, as usual.
      He's sitting in the passenger seat next to the driver, and has me in the back.
      I guess anything other than the front seat is below him.
      Which is unfortunate, because his heavenly scent next to me would do just fine in distracting me from the other scents in here that are less than heavenly.
      I don't get how he smells so abs

&quot;Wait, so are they in your office for a meeting?&quot; I questioned Wolfie as we walked down the wide and honestly beautifully decorated hallways.
      &quot;Yes,&quot; He answered shortly, and I could tell from his tone he's done with any sort of conversation. Which is not good, because I need something to distract me from the ball of nerves in my stomach.
      I redirected my attention to the dark but stunning halls. Here's something to think about. Unlike my house's Master House, where everything is light and the color scheme stays in the range of whites and grays. Here, there's more of a rustic feel.
      With dark wood, instead of tile flooring, and furniture littered around with dark leather covers.
      Our furniture is all over the place. Doesn't follow any sort of theme, especially not the white and sleek one.
      Couches and chairs range from red, to black, to wood, to plush, to leather. It's all over the place.
      The sleekness was more my parents' vibe. 

Chapter 25)Meeting The Rents