Finn

The stack of papers in front of me became a blur as I leaned over my desk, my hand aching from hours of non-stop writing.

The pack’s administrative tasks offered a much-needed escape, allowing me to immerse myself in something other than my thoughts.

“Alpha, you need some rest,” Marcus’s concerned voice broke through my concentration. I only pressed the pen harder against the paper, increasing my pace. Work was my sanctuary now, the only thing keeping the ...