23 Alpha Knight?

Walking along, I look at my watch and remember that I needed to get to Knight before he started his work day. I hate to watch things I can't do or can't have. It was like waving ice-cream in front of a diabetic. Not really nice.

"Bye. I need to get there before ten." I mutter, waving and went on my way.

Rushing it, I took the elevator and a cab. The place was not far but in this weather, I would like to stay dry than get wet and be on the receiving end of Mr. Knight's kindness. It wasn't that I didn't like the guy but I don't trust anyone.

There are certain rules about personal items. Clothes work the best bet on cursing someone so I tried to stay clear of all that and buy my clothes vintage. It reduces the effect dramatically.

Long before it was a trend, I was into vintage. I like my clothes well used and then after a good long wash. They were perfect for me. It was always a good buy at flea markets or estate sales that I often find myself wondering in look for my next artifact. It was a good combination. By saving money I was making money and I was making money at the same time. It was shooting three birds with one stone. The best part was that it helps in negotiating, people tend to be less suspicious of why I'm buying things if there are clothes in the pile. They'd just think I'm a housewife trying to stretch her money and they tend to offer deals.

Arriving at Madame Finex was very much the same. The building had been a holiday resort that was converted to a private club. The interior was very modern, black and glossy. I looked at the place and could not help but sign.

A small fae welcomes me, and I knew I was in trouble. The girl had more power in her pinky than I had in my who body.

"Hi,"

"The master is expecting you," she said leading the way,

No man should look as good as Alpha Knight. I couldn't take my eyes of him. He was very tall and built with classically facial features, strong nose, good chin, nice broad forehead. It was the first time I meet such a man. Sure in my thousand years of living I had seen my fair share of men but this one was in the way out of your league category. A hot primal gleam in his eyes as he talks with great charisma the type that only politician had that made you believe in their every word and do their bidding. He in any other words was a predator with a fitting name.

"Hello,"

"Take a sit," he said with a wave of his hand,