"Alpha, he has spoken."The words jolted me upright, shattering my thoughts as I glanced up from the heap of folders spread across my desk. I kept my tone measured, not wanting to show just how badly I wanted answers. "Really? And what did he say?"Bradley looked anywhere else but at me. His hesitancy was palpable, his fingers tapping against his wrist in a small, nervous rhythm. “Not much.”The words stirred something in me—‘not much’ could mean anything from defiance to submission, yet here we were still dancing around half-truths. But I let it slide for now. I needed Bradley on my side, not intimidated or cowed. He was, after all, the last in Beckett’s line, and I needed someone I could trust, at least until I knew more about the rogue."Bradley," I said, clearing a pile of stray papers off the desk in irritation, "do you have a mirror?"His expression betrayed a flicker of surprise, quickly replaced by polite professionalism. "No, Alpha, but I can get one for you.""And disappear f
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