Page 113 of A Female Alpha for the Lycan Prince

“Hi, Mr. Evans,” I chirp. “I’m Celine!”

“And I’m Harmony,” Harmony giggles in a flirtatious way. She’s got to be one of the least giggly girls I know, so the fact she pulls it off now impresses me.

I tug at my dress as if I’m trying to stop it from riding up in a seemingly innocent gesture. “We’re from Discovery Lifestyle.”

“We are interviewing lots of local celebrities from our town,” Harmony adds with a beam.

“Would you let us have the honor of interviewing you?” I beg while blinking up at him through my fake eyelashes.

We both look at him wide-eyed, making sure to smile sweetly. What Mr. Evans doesn’t know is that my team is watching our performance from a safe distance away. I might not be able to see them from here, but my enhanced alpha hearing picks up their reactions.

“I can’t believe this is working…” Elias mutters.

“That’s just so wrong,” Garret sighs.

“It’s worth the trouble, if it works,” Eric adds. He’s sounding more serious now, and almost worried.

“I will lose my tiny remaining faith in humanity if this actually works,” Elden says dryly.

I block them out to focus on the task before me. Mr. Evans might be a narcissist and a misogynist, but he’s also known to have a perfect memory. Or at least, that’s what the rumors say… let’s hope it’s true.

His face contorts into a smile. “Come on in, girls. Would you like something to drink?”

“Thank you,” I smile brightly. “I’ll have whatever you drink.”

“Just water for me,” Harmony giggles. “I need to watch my weight.”

“Ah,” Mr. Evans looks her over. “You’re perfect the way you are, sweety.”

“And what about me?” I look at him, pretending to be jealous of his affection toward Harmony.

He looks me over hungrily, and for the first time ever, I’m glad things between Marius and me are so rocky. Because flirting with this asshole feels both wrong and dirty. I should think of a way to put a stop to this sleaze bag in the future… but unfortunately, being a sexist, slimy pig isn’t officially a crime…

Let’s get this over with fast,I link Harmony.

Yeah, I swear, my muscles hurt from all the fake smiling, and I’m getting a headache from his cheap aftershave.

The moment we get what we need, I’ll have Garret call and pretend there’s a family emergency,I promise.

We spend an hour with Mr. Evans, hearing him boast about how great he is, all the while flirting with him and giggling over his stupid jokes. I feel like I’ve lost a few brain cells just by being here. It feels like an eternity has passed, and we’re only just starting the fake interview. I begin by asking some general questions, making sure to stroke his ego as much as possible. Then we show him some of his own photography work we’d googled on our way here and ask about the composition and lighting choices in each one.

Blah.

Then lastly, I show him the photo Garret and Elias found. It’s indeed almost identical to the one in the pendant. He looks surprised. “I just love this one…” I make sure my expression is one of bliss and joy. “Family photos always get to me, you know? The stories behind them… and you managed to convey so many feelings through this photo. Can you tell us the story behind this one? Who are these people? Are they locals? The man looks so sad in this composition.”

He’s seemingly pleased by my words. “I remember them,” he explains. “It was a pretty sad occasion, a few years ago. A single father with his daughter. Are you really interested in hearing about this family though? He is just a dad.”

“Oh, how lovely,” Harmony sighs blissfully. “I have a thing for daddies,” she giggles, and I have to fight hard not to grin at her words. “You would make a wonderful daddy too, you know?”

His eyes light up, he didn’t miss the innuendo. “Alright, alright,” he smiles at us, making me feel grossed out, but at least we are getting closer to the truth. “I will tell you. The man’s name was Henrick Sullivan, his daughter was Ciara, I think. Cute little thing.” He touches her image in the picture. “Very cute.”

She was also a very underage minor at the time he photographed her. I’m barely able to keep my anger in check. Does he lust after teens? It’s one thing to hit on adults like Harmony and me, but he better keep his hands off young girls. I’m going to dig deeper into his private life later on. If he’s a sexual predator, I will make sure he gets punished.

“You sound sad,” I say, noting how Harmony is not able to say anything, probably in shock over his eye fucking that poor little girl.

“She was sick,” he points out. “She was close to dying when I took that photo. She had a rare genetic disease, something about the lungs giving up.” He shrugs. “Poor cutie, she never experienced a man’s touch before her death.”

Yeah, because that was her biggest problem, right? She wasn’t sexually abused before she died, I think with disgust.