Third Person's POV
Yesterday, Tade honestly couldn't figure it out—why the hell Alpha Mortimer had ordered him to text a fake separation rumor to his own phone in the middle of the night.
Now, it all made perfect sense.
The bastard was deliberately manufacturing a corporate PR crisis just so he could use the "debunking" process as an excuse to force his way back into Luna Seraphina's good graces. Absolute manipulative genius.
Catching Tade's knowing look, Mortimer shot him a lethal 'keep your mouth shut' glare before carefully sliding into the back seat with Dash.
Tade quickly scrambled into the passenger side.
Twisting around in his seat, he reported, "Alpha, the toys, premium canned food, and treats you ordered for Dash have already been delivered to your office."
"Excellent. Your
