Author's POV
A sharp, acrid scent of disinfectant assaulted Howard's senses the moment he stepped into the pack house. He wrinkled his nose. "Developed late-stage mysophobia?"
Adrian's voice was flat. "Did you bring the documents?"
"I did."
Howard arranged the papers on the table with clinical precision, his tone devoid of emotion. "Miss Ward has been standing downstairs for quite some time. All night, I believe."
"...Who?"
"Luna Storm. Soon to be... your ex-wife, Miss Ward."
Adrian's fingers crushed the pen in his grip.
Howard's expression remained neutral. "I'm a busy man, Alpha. Sign or don't. Make it quick."
Adrian inhaled sharply, then scrawled his signature across the bottom.
"Deliver these to her personally."
"No negotiation meeting?"
"Unnecessa
