The Alpha’s Plus-Size Mistress
He always did, eventually, no matter how much noise he made about morals and loyalty first.
My maid, Priya, was waiting by my dresser when I walked in, and she bowed the moment she saw me.
“Any news?” I asked, settling into the chair in front of my vanity mirror, already reaching for the pins in my hair.
“A few pictures came in today, my lady,” she said, pulling a folder from behind her back. “Nothing much, though. Alpha Lucien was mostly around the company building. Went in, came out, went back in.”
I waved a hand. “Boring. What else?”