Author's POV
When Alaric entered Alpha Derek's chamber, he found Alpha Derek sitting in his usual high-backed leather chair by the fireplace, a teacup in hand and his expression unreadable.
The scent of Earl Grey tea wafted through the air.
A guard had informed Alaric that Alpha Derek had asked to see him upon his return from visiting Sarah.
"You wanted to see me?” he asked.
Alpha Derek glanced up, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Sit,” he said, gesturing to the sofa across from him.
Settling down on it, Alaric poured himself a drink from the same teapot, the rich aroma of tea rising as he lifted the cup to his lips.
Before he could even settle in properly, Alpha Derek spoke. "So, how was the visit to that girl?"
He watched Alaric with calculated eyes.
"It was fine,” Alaric replied,
