-Chris-
I hate being called by my full name, I thought, as the older alpha walked around his imposing mahogany desk and approached me. I met his eyes with a neutral expression, as he stopped in front of me and placed a heavy hand on my shoulder.
His touch was surprisingly firm for someone who spent so much time socializing and working behind a desk. But despite his position, my father refused to succumb to what he considered weakness, unlike many of the other alphas in upper-class society. He remained in top shape, though I had no idea how he found the time.
“Come. Sit!” he said, gesturing towards the chairs with a wave of his hand.
I walked over to one of the two chairs in front of his desk and took a seat, while he settled into the chair across from me. His smile remained as he sat
