As the king returned to the room with all of the chairs, he sat down in his chair with a stunned posture. The man who'd been on his left came in and stood next to him.

“Did the alpha hurt you, my King?”

“No.” He spoke in a confused tone. “It was a rather amiable conversation.”

“Wait, did he leave without permission, my King? We can get him back here instantly to finish discussing with you the importance of this position to him.”

“No. Leave him alone.” The king eyed one of the papers in front of him. “Miles. Can you get me documents of all surgeries performed about twenty years ago on alphas who've had their pheromone glands removed?”

“My King? Is this important?”

“He brought up the topic.” The king nodded. “If this is a surgery that alphas, at my citizens, feel they need to take, I want to know how many and why.”

“Of course...” The man nodded. “Anything else, my King? As I said, we can easily get him back here to continue discussions with you.”

“No.” He shook his head. “I don't believe he would like that.”

“I don't understand?”

“This isn't about me being a king.” The king stated as he lifted up a paper detailing the young man's life in his mundane job. His eyes skimmed over the information, then he lifted it up until the paper hid his smile behind it from the man Miles. “I simply need to woo my alpha.”