Gregory walked into the house, the weight of the past few days evident in his tired eyes and slouched shoulders.
His steps were slow, deliberate, as though each movement took more energy than he had.
The door to his room creaked open, and he stepped inside, the familiar scent of home surrounding him.
Without thinking, he reached for his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it on the bed with little care. The exhaustion clung to him like a second skin.
After a brief pause, he headed back downstairs. His throat was dry, the weight of the last few hours heavy on him.
When he reached the kitchen, he opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.
The coolness of the drink soothed him momentarily. As he closed the fridge, preparing to leave the kitchen, he heard a loud gasp.
“Ah! Alpha!”
