Chapter forty five

Alexander looked at the smallish man sitting on the couch in his office.

On seeing him, Micheal immediately stood up as a form of respect even if the greying hair on his head showed he was older than Alexander.

He was nothing as Alexander had imagined. He had thought he would be a man who commands great power. But standing before him…

"Greeting Alpha." He said with his head bowed low.

Alexander nodded his head to the greeting as he gestured for him to take a chair by his office table.

They watched the man as he got up with difficulty. He seemed like he was sick but that was unlikely with witches. He had known he was a with by his smell and the aura surrounding him.

He didn't have the arrogance of a werewolf.

Micheal began playing with his hands on his lap. Alexander's presence was unsettling especially with his bloodshot eyes as having not slept for days.

"You…" Micheal was cut short by a hand that was raised by Alexander.

Alexander had done that because he needed Susan to be there