Chapter 22

Silvia I cleared my throat, desperately trying to calm my suddenly racing heart. "I hadn't thought about that. You're right, I'm sorry—" "Don't apologize," Alpha Sherman interrupted through the phone, his voice calm yet firm. There was an unexpected gentleness in his deep tone. "I don't like it when you apologize to me. It's alright. I'll send over a designer I trust, and you can discuss what style you want with her, then decide with Noah." His words made me pause. I bit my lower lip, my heart beating even faster—what did he mean by "don't like it when I apologize"? Why was he suddenly being so considerate? It confused me, made my emotions swirl. Our contract certainly didn't require this level of attentiveness. I shook my head trying to clear it, and although he couldn't see me, I instinctively nodded. "O-okay." What followed was a long, heavy silence. Finally, I broke it by asking, "Is there anything else?" He chuckled, his voice low and rumbling with a predatory edge that was strang