Author's pov
"Sir, my name is Iris. I'm a fashion designer. If you're interested in my work, just call me. I have clients lined up for months. But for someone with your money, if you pay double, I might move you to the front of the line.
If you want to buy or invest in Winter Sonata, contact my supervisor Max. He handles business."
Aria kept talking, trying to make this clear. She wasn't some helpless woman he could just grab.
But she quickly realized she was wasting her breath.
Alpha Damien didn't even look at her. Didn't say a word.
He just carried her like a suitcase.
She struggled angrily. Useless. His arms were like steel, locking her in place.
His footsteps stopped.
She felt him bend down. Then she was shoved into a car. He slid in beside her.
"Drive.
