Revenge of the Rejected Luna: My Three Genius Heirs
Conall’s POV
"Your coffee is getting cold, Alpha," my beta, Logan, muttered, sliding a fresh stack of financial documents onto the edge of my desk.
I did not look up from the dark window, my fingers tightly gripping the glass of whiskey that had replaced my actual breakfast weeks ago.
"Leave it, Logan," I said, my voice sounding incredibly rough and completely drained of life.
For five miserable years, my entire existence had felt like walking through a massive pile of cold gray ash.