Alpha Enzo's POV
I rubbed my temples as I dropped the last stack of papers into the tray. My eyes burned from staring at contracts, financial logs, border patrol reports, and the endless stream of signatures that never seemed to end. Being Alpha wasn’t just about authority or strength—it was about paperwork. And tonight, I felt buried under it.
I leaned back against my chair and stretched, feeling my bones crack. A long sigh escaped me. Finally, I was done—at least for now. The room was quiet except for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. My wolf stirred faintly in the back of my mind, restless.
“Fresh air,” I muttered under my breath, pushing myself off the chair.
I needed it. Maybe even a quick shower before the night swallowed me whole. My body craved movement after hours of
