Alpha's Regret: Losing His True Mate

Dante’s POV

The smell hit me before I even tasted it.

Wrong. Just... wrong.

I paused, the cup halfway to my lips, and frowned. Then I took a small sip anyway, just to be sure.

The second the coffee touched my tongue, I set it down.

“Have her make it again,” I said, not looking up from my documents.

Chad stood there for a second, probably surprised. “Of course, Alpha.”

I went back to my work, unbothered. It wasn’t a big deal.

Ten minutes later, Chad returned with another cup.

I didn’t even bother tasting it this time. Just lifted it, took one whiff, and set it right back down.

“What’s going on here?” I asked, my patience thinning.

Chad shifted his weight. “Secretary Sherry is probably just nervous, Alpha. It’s her first time making your coffee. She might not have gotten the temperature quite right, or—”