••• Charlotte’s POV •••

I stretched out my body and cracked my neck before leaning back against my swivel leather chair.

“Goddess, I didn't know taking over the pack would require so much time and effort,” I mumbled to myself as I looked at the stacks of documents in front of it. There seemed to be no end to them.

Ever since the incident in the club, I had been burying myself with work, partly because I needed to distract myself from thinking about it and also because I needed to get myself used to the pack matters. I had to prepare all the pack business and all the cooperation...