Aurora pov

Once my alarm buzzed, I dragged myself out of bed and began preparing to leave the mansion. After freshening up, I stood before my wardrobe, debating what I should wear. Even though it was all for show, I was still going to work at the pack office as Alpha Manuel’s personal assistant, so I wanted to look the part.

Minutes passed as I flipped through my options, my indecision gnawing at me. Finally, tired of debating, I pulled out a pair of black jean trousers and a simple ...