Night had fallen.
Most of my colleagues had already left the office. Only I remained, buried in my work.
At some point, I realized the entire floor was empty again—except for me.
I stared at the computer screen, carefully working through a report, when a shadow suddenly loomed over me, engulfing me completely.
“Who’s there?” I looked up, alert.
And I met the impossibly handsome face of Alpha Nick.
He wore a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled slightly, the overhead lights casting a golden halo around him, making him look noble, otherworldly.
“Alpha Nick? What are you doing here?” I asked, surprised.
He gave a slight, serious smile. “Just checking in on the progress of ‘Rose Under the Moonlight.’”
I blinked, confused. Sure, the Lady Fashion line was a key design project, but the Brow
