Chapter 8

Alpha Dax's P.O.V

I hate leaving her.

The scent she left on my sheets is still in my head.

Mine.

But Ken wouldn’t shut up on the phone, so now I’m standing in his office instead of where I really want to be.

He leans back in his chair, one ankle on his knee, but the smirk isn’t there yet. His expres...

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