The Blind Alpha
ALPHA LUCIUS'S POV
The oak doors swung open with a heavy thud, and Delta Zane, my most trusted enforcer, stalked in, his face grim. Relief washed over me, momentarily eclipsing the dull ache in my lower back from sitting through the interminable cabinet meeting.
"Target acquired," Zane announced, his voice clipped.
"Excellent," I purred, leaning back in my plush chair. "Did you encounter any… inconveniences?"
Zane's lips thinned. "The extraction was smooth. No witnesses, no complications."
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