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Adjusting herself on my lap her back entirely pressed against my chest she picked up my laptop and began typing. A weird pattern of zeroes and ones played on my laptop screen making me completely clueless of what she was doing and she concentrated on what she was doing. Sighing I nuzzled my cheek on her shoulder blade and wrapped my arms around her waist taking a nap for a few minutes. The only sound to be heard was the tapping of her fingers on my laptop while I let my eyes closed in the warmth of my wife. “Fuck”

Zane As I sat with my personal cabinet, discussing the intricate details of our latest ventures, the atmosphere in the room was a mix of intensity and confidence. We had been working tirelessly to expand our influence, and the success of our operations depended heavily on precision and secrecy. My advisors, each an expert in their field, were laying out the plans with meticulous care. Just as my chief strategist, Lila, was about to present her latest analysis on our territorial gains, the door swung open with a force that silenced the room.

For a long moment, we just all held each other. I couldn’t help it. As soon as Zane moved back a bit I looked Grace over. The horrible wounds were gone from her face and hands. There was a faintly pink scar on her neck that looked like a bite mark, but when I asked if it hurt, she shook her head. “Thank you,” Zane told his daughter, kissing her hand and then holding it next to his heart. “Thank you so very, very much.”

Like something is interfering. Or worse, someone. A sharp knock at the door makes me turn. Grace stands in the hall, her arms crossed, wearing a long pale blue dress that screams “Alpha’s wife in training.” She frowns when she sees me. “You missed dinner. Again.” “I wasn’t hungry.” She steps in, the scent of expensive perfume trailing behind her. I fight the urge to gag. “You’ve been acting weird lately, Zane. Distracted.” I say nothing.