Pheisar's POV
The air in the office still smelled heavily of tobacco.
The board meeting had just ended. I rubbed the corners of my eyes and reached for my coffee cup, but found nothing.
Before, Elena would quietly slip in, hand me the coffee, and then massage my shoulders.
Since she left, no one could replicate that flavor. I hadn't asked my staff to prepare coffee for days.
Chase, the wolf inside me, wasn't calm either. He paced restlessly deep within my consciousness.
"You love Elena so much. Why aren't you chasing her back?"
"Shut up," I snapped internally, picking up a border patrol report.
The heavy mahogany office door was pushed open a c***k. Kalen walked in.
"Alpha Pheisar..."
I looked up at him, signaling him to continue.
But he just stood there, holding his tablet, hes
