- Luca
Kenia stared at me like I’d just admitted I didn’t know how many kids I had.
“Alpha, you’ve been married for two years,” she said slowly, “and you don’t know whether your wife has allergies?”
I dragged a hand down my face. “Kenia—”
“No. No, don’t ‘Kenia’ me.” She tapped her pen against her desk like a tiny slap to my ego. “How do you not know something that basic? You’re the Alpha. You memorize patrol schedules, rogue sightings, border shifts—but not your own wife’s health info?”
I frowned at the floor because somehow it was easier to stare at than her disappointed face.
“It wasn’t… like that,” I muttered.
“Then what was it like?” she snapped. “Because right now it sounds like you never paid attention.”
Her words hit harder than I expected, probably because
