Alpha Hawthorne
His neatly trimmed black hair and cleanly shaven beard gave him the appearance of a true gentleman, radiating both elegance and humility, in my estimation.
“Alpha Hawthorne, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said, extending his hand for a handshake. I accepted his gesture as Sharma smiled, although her smile seemed tinged with pain. “I’m Lucas, and this is my fiancée,” he introduced, and I nodded in understanding.
“It’s a pleasure meeting you too, Lucas,” I replied, my gaze fixed on him with a hint of indifference. While I harbored no ill feelings towards him and had no involvement in his life, I found it difficult to place my trust in those who offered respect solely due to my status.
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