Alpha Alexander’s POV
I stood before the mirror, meticulously dressing in my finest tailored suit. Each crease and fold was expertly arranged to convey an air of confidence and authority. People often told me that I didn’t need to dress the part because I always looked the part, even in casual attire, and they weren’t wrong. Frida used to say I was born to rule, which is why she found and liked me in the first place.
Today was set to be a day filled with meetings and negotiations, each one looming on the horizon like a storm cloud threatening to unleash its fury. I was trying to connect with the human world and work with their intelligence, even though the top sixes weren't happy about it. But did I care? Not at all.
A sense of trepidation gnawed at me as I surveyed the day ahead. Some
