A week had passed. Every morning, Aria and I continued our training routine, just as we always had. She hadn’t brought up the topic of finding a job again, and I hoped she had finally gotten over it. It wasn’t that I wanted to control her life, but the thought of her working, especially in her condition, still didn’t sit right with me.
I had just finished reviewing the last of my documents and neatly arranging my desk when a knock came at my office door. Without waiting for my response, Christopher, my Beta, peeked his head inside. His brown curls bobbed in his every move. His familiar presence was always a welcome sight.
“Alpha, do you need anything else before I head out?” he asked, his voice steady but warm.
I shook my head, offering him a small smile. “I’m good, Chris. Go home. Your
