VALEN’S POV

I slammed my fist against the surface of my desk in annoyance, rattling the mahogany panels.

"Forgive me, Alpha. I'm incompetent."

I glared down at the man who was now kneeling in front of my desk with his head bowed.

My brows furrowed at his dramatics.

No doubt, he'd thought my sudden display of anger had something to do with him, but, in truth, I'd forgotten he was here.

Francis was one of the managers of the many investment ...