(Faith's P.O.V.)
I looked at Drake's frantic face. I could almost see smoke coming out of his nose. I wonder if he'd ever stop talking like he owns me. He's never going to be my dear Alpha again. I'm not that same Faith he met five years ago.
"I think you got this all wrong, Drake. I wasn't asking for your permission. I was just informing you about the flow of the plan, and you don't get to instruct me what to do nor change the plan according to what you want," I snorted, shutting him down from whatever it is that he's thinking.
His jew clenched, but I ignored it. I don't think that's my problem anymore. It should have been clear to him already.
Tsk...
Frank, on the other hand, nodded his head in agreement. "You're right, Faith. I think this is the most smartest plan to get Stella's p
