"Fascinating," I mutter, trying to reconcile the image of Marcus Ashby in my head to the stereotypes of alpha wolf shifters.
Logan has all the cockiness and arrogance of one, but is admittedly a little more intelligent (sometimes—because there have definitely been times I've questioned his IQ level, not that I'd tell him that) and charming than the ones I've encountered. He also has a presence I'd associate with alpha werewolves.
But Marcus?
If anything, he reminds me of Scott more than Logan. Not weak, but not the strongest in the room. Not someone who could lead a company to greatness, but not the lowest on the totem pole. Then again, Marcus Ashby is a renowned lawyer with a lot of money. That definitely fits.
Strange. Very strange.
Logan's strong hands press into my shoulders, his touch sending waves of relief through my tense muscles. Before I can finish processing the revelation about Marcus, he gently but firmly turns me onto my stomach.
