She was good. I had to give her that. She played the part of the damsel in distress perfectly, a vulnerable, broken woman who was at the mercy of the big, strong, Alpha.
But I saw through her facade. I saw the cold, calculating glint in her eyes, the subtle, almost imperceptible curl of her lip. She was a predator, a master manipulator, and she was playing him like a fiddle.
"I'm sorry for your loss of job," I said, my tone a cool, clipped. "But this isn't a homeless shelter. You can't just show up here and expect us to take you in. This is my husband’s house, which technically makes it my house too and I do not want to be under the same roof with you."
Dominic turned to me, a look of surprise in his eyes. He wasn't expecting me to speak up, to challenge Tricia's sob story. He thought h
