ALEXANDER
My office had grown thick with voices...men arguing over routes, scouts, border placements. I let them speak, listening without interruption, until the knock came at the door.
“Enter,” I said, my tone clipped enough to quiet the room.
A guard stepped inside, holding an envelope between two careful fingers as though it burned. His head bowed. “Alpha. This was dropped at the gate… addressed to you.”
I frowned, extending a hand. The seal was plain, nothing that marked origin. That alone was unusual.
“Excuse me,” I said, and the voices died instantly. I broke the seal and unfolded the letter.
The handwriting was sharp, and clean. My eyes caught the first line, and for a moment, I forgot to breathe.
It read: "I would not want to be called cruel for taking you by surprise. Cons
