After One Night with the Alpha (Brad and Elle) novel Chapter 28

**The Billionaire Who Claimed My Heart and Who Broke Fate for Me**

**Chapter 28**

**Brad’s POV**

As Elle savored the last drops of her milk, I felt the need to clear my throat, a subtle signal that I was about to speak.

“Next week,” I declared, ensuring my voice bore the weight of authority, “the Alpha of the Steel Forest Pack from Germany, Otto, and his Luna, Ada, will be making their way to Moonshade Bay.” I paused, keenly observing her reaction. “As my mate, it is imperative that you join me in welcoming them.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Foreign werewolves? Alpha and Luna?” The words spilled from her lips, laced with a mix of excitement and trepidation, her heart racing visibly at the thought.

“You’ll need to set aside your work at the company for a while and concentrate on preparing for this visit,” I continued, purposefully overlooking the panic that flickered across her features. “Martha will be there to assist you with the necessary protocols and etiquette.”

I could sense her anxiety rising, a tangible wave that filled the air.

“I understand,” she replied, her grip tightening around the glass, a sign of her inner turmoil. “I’ll do my best.”

I scrutinized her for a moment longer, catching the slight tremor in her hands that would have gone unnoticed by anyone else. “I have other matters to attend to. Martha will start your training without delay.” With those words, I turned and exited the dining room, my mind still lingering on Elle.

As I ascended the stairs to my office, my thoughts were consumed by her.

An hour into my work, I found my focus slipping away. Rising to stretch my legs, I made my way to the window that offered a view of the garden pavilion. To my surprise, there she was—Elle, surrounded by an array of books and papers, her brow knitted in concentration.

“Guten Tag, Alpha,” I heard her voice drifting through the air as she practiced, her pronunciation awkward yet earnest. “Es ist mir eine Ehre, Sie kennenzulernen.”

Despite her clumsy delivery, something about the determination etched on her face ignited an unfamiliar warmth in my chest. She repeated the phrase, each attempt slightly better than the last, a testament to her resolve.

As the minutes passed, I noticed her movements becoming sluggish, her head nodding as fatigue began to take hold. Eventually, she leaned back, her eyelids fluttering shut, the German phrase book slipping from her fingers to rest on the cushion beside her.

“She’s fallen asleep,” I remarked, surprised at the softness in my own voice.

Alex, who had been immersed in his notes, glanced up. “Would you like me to send Martha to wake her?”

I shook my head, a firm decision taking root. “No. She’s worked hard today. Let her rest.”

“I’ll need you at the office early tomorrow,” I instructed Alex, still captivated by Elle’s serene form.

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