Marcus's POV
I sit at my desk, pouring over the latest reports on the pack's stability. Everything seems to be in order, but I know that can change in an instant. I'm so focused on my work that I don't even notice the group of pack members gathered outside my office, chatting quietly among themselves.
But then, one of them says something that catches my attention. "I don't know what's wrong with the Alpha, but Charmaine doesn't deserve all this." I look up, my ears perked up, but before I can even respond, the group quickly disperses, leaving me alone once again.
I'm left sitting at my desk, a slow smile spreading across my face. "You're right, guys," I say out loud, chuckling to myself. "Charmaine doesn't deserve all this. It's too much for her." But I decided to give it to her anyway.
