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Freshly showered, I dress in jeans and a red sweater before going to find Zayne for our session. I catch him on the staircase on his way downstairs. “Are… you going out?”

He looks at me from the roots of my hair to my booted feet before answering “Yes”

Not knowing what to do with that look I simply turn around to leave “Great, no trading today” humming under my breath.

A hand lands on my shoulder, rooting me in place “You, are coming with me, we can train on the way. No slacking off”

My shoulders drop “I never knew you were such a hard ass Zayne” I complain.

“Whatever gave you that idea” he turns and continues walking, expecting me to follow along, which I do dutifully.

And he doesn’t seem like a hard ass, mostly because he’s chill, he doesn’t push his weight around like most Alphas would to get their point across, I’ve never seen him ordering anyone around, mostly, it seems like they have a system and everyone does what they are meant to do, and if he has to, he just tells the