Contracted To The Alpha Daddy
“I’m so sorry, Alpha.”
She dipped into a graceful curtsy, lowering her eyes respectfully. Elijah regarded her with a curious expression, his head tilting slightly.
“Not at all,” he said, glancing at me over her shoulder. “You must be one of the nanny candidates.”
“Yes, sir. Lena Keller.”
Thea gave him a thumbs-up from behind Lena’s back, which made Elijah’s brows lift with surprise. Lena nodded politely to both of us and slipped out the door without another word, quiet as a mouse.