Mortimer's POV
I'd barely cracked the door to my office when Tade, my beta assistant, trailed in behind me.
"Alpha Mortimer, here's the proposal for the North Territory expansion. Take a look."
I took the folder, but I didn't even have the urge to flip it open. I tossed it onto the mahogany desk.
I was fighting to keep my head straight, my eyes boring into Tade like a laser.
He's a solid guy, usually unflappable, but under my stare, he started to fidget, checking his tie like he'd dressed in the dark.
"Alpha... Mortimer?" He swallowed hard, his voice tight.
I pulled back the predatory glare and tried to sound casual. "When you mess up and piss off your mate, how do you fix it? How do you... get her back?"
Tade froze. A look of deep, professional concern flashed across his face.
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