Third Person's POV
Hearing the sound of the elevator doors opening, Mortimer slowly turned his head.
The moment his deep, dark eyes landed on Seraphina, they completely lit up.
The corners of his thin lips curled upward, blooming into a gentle smile warm enough to melt ice and snow. "You're back."
Seeing her, Dash's eyes lit up just as brightly. He let out an excited whimper from the back of his throat, immediately struggling to jump out of Mortimer's arms to greet his owner.
"Be a good boy, Dash. Don't move around."
Mortimer's voice carried an unprecedented magnetism and tenderness.
The usually obsessive, germaphobic Alpha actually lowered his head in the most natural way, affectionately rubbing his sharp chin against the puppy's fuzzy head.
Dash cooperatively stuck out his little
