Nathan's POV
I sat in my corner office, scrawling my signature across one document after another. Deals, contracts, lies dressed up in legal ink.
By the time I finished the last one, my wrist ached. I leaned back, shut my eyes and rubbed the bridge of my nose.
Bernard stood a few feet away, his posture straight as always. "Alpha Nathan," he began, his tone respectful but cautious, "everything's set with the donation for the local sanitation workers."
I opened one eye, watching him through the haze of exhaustion.
"The supplies should have arrived by now," he continued. "And as you asked, we've arranged a thousand-dollar monthly stipend, straight from your personal account for the one with a child. No end date on that."
For a moment, my chest tightened. I do not know why I felt drawn
