Elijah angrily entered the back seat of his black, sleek car, which was a luxury, with Zach sitting in the driver's seat.
"What's eating at you, sir?" Zach asked, concern etched on his face. He knew the man well enough to sense when something was off.
"It's... It's nothing," the man replied, his voice strained with emotion. He paused for a moment, struggling to find the right words. "I just can't believe how weak I am. How did I let things get this bad? It's all my fault."
Zach leaned back in his seat, contemplating his Alpha's confession.
He had seen the man at his strongest, leading with an iron fist and never backing down from a challenge.
But lately, something has changed. A shadow had fallen over him, making him doubt himself and his decisions.
"You're not weak," Zach said firml
