Logan's POV
Richardson's office feels smaller than usual as I close the door behind me, the click of the latch somehow final. My boss—my Alpha leader—watches me with those sharp eyes that miss nothing, and I know there's no point in deflection.
"What's your relationship with Lynn?" he asks again, leaning back in his leather chair.
I take the seat across from him, buying time by adjusting my position. The truth sits heavy on my tongue, but Richardson deserves honesty. He's not just my boss—he's the architect of our entire integration strategy.
"We're..." I pause, choosing words carefully. "We've become close. Very close."
Richardson's eyebrows rise fractionally. "Define close."
"She's my mate."
The words hang in the air between us. Richardson goes very still, his expression shifting
