_Dorian's POV_
I sighed as I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. The weight of the day pressed on me, but I couldn’t afford to rest yet. Camilla had been pressing me about our wedding, and I knew I had to deal with her before she threw another tantrum.
She wanted to marry as soon as possible, but I needed time. My wedding couldn’t be rushed. It had to be grand—an event that every Alpha would remember. A show of my strength and power. Nothing less would do.
As if on cue, the doors to my office swung open, and Camilla stepped in, her sharp heels clicking against the wooden floor. Her blonde hair was styled perfectly, her dress hugging her curves in a way that I found enticing.
“Dorian,” she said with a pout and crossed her arms. “We need to talk.”
I sighed. “I am listening.”
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