(How about a different POV?)
Alpha Reed Michael’s POV
I don’t realize how badly I need the disruption until Jeremy Anderson shows up on my doorstep with his personal disaster in tow. It has been ages since I felt anything close to alive. I’ve been operating on routine and obligation for so long that numbness starts to feel like a personality trait. Meetings, boardrooms, endless negotiations, all of it blurs together until I’m more title than man.
Playing house with my beta, is not something that caught up with me. I love my son, that much is true, undeniably so, but love doesn’t erase disappointment, and it certainly doesn’t soften it. He’s lazy and sharp-tongued. Skilled, yes, only because I made sure of that. I am hard on him, harder than most fathers would dare to be, because unlike
