Heat–Heartbreak

Charlotte's POV

I stretched out of bed, yawning exhaustingly, but stopped and stared at Alex, who was typing on a laptop, his eyes focused on the screen.

He had been working all through the night, so seeing him working this early morning made me sad.

"Alex, won't you give work a break and rest? You know your health matters as an Alpha," I said as I shifted closer to the table, but I was still lying on the bed.

"I'm trying to complete this. It's very important," he said absentmindedly and remained focused on what he was doing. He didn't even turn to look at me.

"Alex, give it a break, please. If anything happens to you, the pack and your company will be handed over to someone else," I complained, but he continued typing.

"Charlotte," he called and paused, reading a long scroll.

When he looked back at the screen without taking a break from typing, he continued, "Are you trying to distract me?"

"If you stress yourself and die early, you know another man will come and take me as his wife.