Adrian's POV
The office was quiet by the time I finally pushed back from my desk, standing to my full height—tired and exhausted.
Another fourteen-hour day, another series of deals closed, another set of people who either feared me or wanted something from me, another round of handling reports and issues related to the pack and the council.
I stepped out of the elevator, my gaze flickering around the quiet offices.
The moon hung high over the skyline, silver and cold—a clear reflection of the emptiness I'd been carrying for years.
On paper, I had everything an Alpha could want.
And yet, I felt nothing. My life seemed to revolve around work, work, and work. I must say success had a strange aftertaste—bitter, metallic, and lonely.
"You work too much," my wolf growled, but I ignored him. That voice had been easier to silence lately.
Work, control, and routine were the only things that actually kept me sane.
But then, what else could I possibly live for?
