Mated to Four Alphas

Silas's POV

I took a single step forward while looking at him. He slowly took off his mask and slipped it into his hoodie pocket.

Now that I could see his face, I had to admit—he was really beautiful. He didn't remove his round, oversized glasses, which made him look a little nerdy even now.

He stepped closer and stretched out his hand, as if wanting to shake hands with me.

"Hello, my name is Nekol. I'll be your manager starting today. Sorry for being late, I had something urgent to take care of. Hope you don't mind."

I quickly shook hands with him. His personality seemed really nice—he was giving off positive vibes.

"Hello, my name is Silas."

I introduced myself the same way he did.

"I already know that. So, where's your luggage?"

He glanced around, searching for my belongings, but of course, there was nothing. I hadn't made any arrangements before leaving the pack.

I had no clothes, no personal items—nothing. Maybe I should have been ashamed of myself, but I wasn't. What was there to be ashamed of?