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As I walked into the packhouse, I found Alexander in his office, exactly where I expected him to be.
Alexander was standing at his desk, adjusting the cuff of his shirt with practiced precision.
He was fully dressed—dark suit, white shirt, tie perfectly aligned. The kind of look that meant meetings, the kind that meant the corporate side of his life was about to take over completely.
For a moment, I just leaned against the doorframe and watched him.
There was something almost fascinating about the way he switched between worlds so effortlessly: Alpha, CEO, Mate. He wore each role like a second skin, even when the weight of them all pressed into his shoulders at once.
“You look… official,” I said lightly, breaking the quiet.
He glanced up, surprise flickering across his face bef
