Alastair walked into Zander's office like the place belonged to him.
No knock. No hesitation.
He closed the door behind him and leaned back against it, arms crossed, eyes slow and deliberate as they swept over Zander sitting at his desk.
"You really should lock this," Alastair said lazily. "Anyone could walk in."
Zander looked up—and paused.
Alastair smiled. Not polite. Not innocent. It was the kind of smile that suggested he already knew he'd won.
"What do you want?" Zander asked.
You ~I've missed you …you know.
Alastair pushed off the door and strolled closer, unbothered, stopping right in front of the desk. He leaned forward slightly, invading Zander's space on purpose.
"Or Is it a crime," he said lightly, "to miss my alpha?"
Zander raised a brow. "You're being bold today."
Alastair straightened, meeting his eyes head-on, lips curving.
"I've always been bold," he said. "You're just slow."
That did it.
Silence dropped between them, thick and charged. Alastair didn't look away. Didn't fidget. He just stood there, calm and shameless, watching Zander like he was waiting for him to catch up.
Zander felt the shift in his chest.
This wasn't shy. This wasn't accidental.
Alastair was confident. Cute in an infuriating way. And undeniably sexy—soft voice, sharp eyes, standing there like he knew exactly how this would end.
Zander stood, slowly, stepping around the desk until they were close. Too close.
"You're not what I thought you were," Zander said, voice lower now.
Alastair smiled wider. "That's usually how it goes."
Zander exhaled, eyes lingering on him longer than he should have.
He liked this .
And that was the real problem.