Chapter 29
Federico woke up in his office, his neck stiff from the awkward position he had slept in. He groaned, rubbing the back of his neck as he slowly sat up. Papers were scattered across his desk, a half-empty glass of whiskey beside them, and his royal robe draped haphazardly over the chair. He glanced at the clock on the wall, realizing it was already morning.
"Damn it," he muttered, annoyed at himself for falling asleep there. He hadn’t intended to stay in his office all night, but after the argument with Azalea and signing the contract, he couldn’t bring himself to return to their shared room.
With a sigh, Federico stood up and quickly put his robe back on, adjusting it with precise movements. The ball was approaching—the annual event where their Pack would host all the clans t
