LYSANDER “Good afternoon, Alpha,” Lyra bowed to me, Astrid, behind, doing the same thing, their right fists crossed over their chest in a mark of respect. “Rise.” “Thank you, my alpha,” they said at once, bowed before they took their seat on the couch. We were in my office. Zeph didn't come with me to work. After we signed the papers this morning, she retired to get to her room, promising to start work officially tomorrow. Now that she's the owner, she needs to make more appearances in the office. With the two ladies seated, I cleared my throat. “I trust you got a rundown of everything I need from you two?” I asked, eyebrows raised. Astrid clung to Lyra, almost like a second skin, her green eyes darting around, but never landing on my face. While Lyra had her hair up in the usual tight bun, Astrid's red mane was wild, untamed, framing her little face. They were just two opposites, and I always wondered how they made things work between them. “Yes, my alpha,” Lyra answered
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