By the time he stamped the sixth document, he could barely remain standing.
His dark gray suit trousers were soaked through and clung to his thighs, outlining the firm lines of his muscles.
His silver-white wolf tail had slipped out, hanging limply against the carpet.
Every so often, it curled in a spasm from the overwhelming sensation.
"I never expected you to be so hard on yourself."
I stroked his tail soothingly.
It immediately coiled around my wrist with needy affection, brushing against me again and again.
"All right. That's all for today. Let's go back."
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
"Alpha, Lord Damon of the Southern Territory has sent an urgent document."
I frowned and motioned for the person to enter.
A messenger hurried inside and placed a gold-embossed docum
