Serena’s pov
I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the crisp lines of the gray dress uniform I’d been provided.
The soft, tailored fabric hugged my petite frame, l adjusted the buttons, my fingers trembling due to how nervous I was.
I inhaled deeply, mentally preparing myself for my meeting with Alpha Galen.
I squared my shoulders and forced my breath to be steady.
“Alright, Serena,” I whispered to my reflection. “You’ve faced worse. You can handle this.”
When I arrived at Alpha Galen’s office, the heavy oak door stood half-open. I knocked lightly, stepping inside when a rich, commanding voice called out, “Come in.”
The room was grand but surprisingly simple. Bookshelves lined the walls and a large window behind a massive mahogany desk let in streams of sunlight that war
