Alpha's Regret: Losing His True Mate

Elodie’s pov~

Since my desk was positioned right where the camera could catch the door, I realized immediately that Dante had walked in.

I adjusted the angle quickly, tilting the laptop just enough to keep him out of frame.

But it wasn’t fast enough.

The camera had already caught him, his tall, poised, radiating figure that gave that quiet authority he carried everywhere like a second skin. My colleagues couldn’t see his face, but they’d seen enough.

I knew what they were thinking.

Most of them had assumed, at some point, that there was something between Johnny and me. The late nights. The easy banter. The way we worked together like two halves of the same brain.

Then they’d found out I was married. With a daughter. A whole life they knew nothing about.

I never talked about my personal life. Never brought it up. Never gave them anything to latch onto.

So now, seeing a glimpse of my husband, my actual husband, they were curious. I could feel it through the screen.

What kind of man marries someone like Elodie?

Beautiful, they’d said once. Talented. Driven.