Graeme’s POVThe steady ticking of the clock grated on my nerves. It was the only sound in my office, save for the occasional rustle of paper when I pretended to read the reports in front of me. My focus was shot, my thoughts dominated by Delia. The image of her standing in front of me—hurt, confused, and yet impossibly fierce—refused to leave my mind. Rejecting her had felt like driving a blade into my own chest, and every passing second since had twisted it deeper. A sharp knock on the door pulled me from my spiraling thoughts.“Come in,” I called, clearing my throat and straightening in my chair. Duke stepped inside, his massive frame filling the doorway. He looked grim, his expression tighter than usual, and I knew whatever he had to say wasn’t good.“Alpha,” he said, shutting the door behind him. He held a folder in his hands, which he placed carefully on my desk before taking a seat across from me.“Any luck with the scouting?” I asked, my voice low.He nodded. “We met with the
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