The doors of the Alpha’s private office were guarded by two enforcers.
However, the moment they saw me walking down the corridor, they didn't dare raise a hand to stop me. Their wide eyed gazes followed me as I walked past them and pushed the brass handles down, stepping smoothly inside.
Diego was seated behind his desk, a spread of tactical maps, border ledgers, and trade reports scattered before him. Miguel stood to his left, mid-sentence about patrol rotations.
The moment the door swung open, both men looked up.
Miguel froze, his jaw dropping slightly as he took in the sight of me.
Diego’s reaction was far more instantaneous—his eyes locked onto me, sweeping down the rich crimson silk hugging my curves, tracking the exposed skin of my neckline, and settling on the loose auburn wave
