Her

Xavier's POV

The steady rhythm of my pen scratching against the paper filled the quiet of my office. It was early, too early for anyone else to be awake, but I couldn't sleep—not with everything on my mind.

The wedding was in a few hours, and while most grooms would probably be pacing nervously or going over vows, I was busy tying up loose ends. There couldn't be any mistakes today. Not with Jeremy still out there.

A soft knock at the door pulled me out of my thoughts. "Come in," I said, setting the pen down.

The door creaked open, and the young omega I'd sent on an errand earlier stepped in, clutching the edges of her apron nervously. "Alpha," she said, bowing her head.

"Did she get the dress?" I asked, cutting straight to the point.

The omega nodded quickly. "Yes, Alpha. She seemed… pleased."

"Good." I waved a hand to dismiss her. "You can go."

She bowed again and scurried out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.