*5 Years Later*
I stand at the entrance of Amelia's Fashionz complex. She had made it and made a name for herself doing what she loves, and I was a very proud husband.
"Good morning, Alpha Grey." The guard greets me at the door, but as I walk the halls, the feminine whispers are hard to ignore.
"That's the boss's husband."
I wasn’t the Alpha to them ... simply the boss's husband.
It was interesting but also quite endearing. She had earned the right to have her own identity.
"Luna, your husband is here," the secretary gushes as she talks on the phone, her eyes transfixed on me. "Should I send him up?"
Seconds later, the phone goes down, and the secretary flashes me a smile. "She's free. You can go now, sir."
I politely nod before making my way to the elevator and up to where her of
