Orion’s POV
"Alright, I’ll get ready," I said, tapping my fingers on the edge of my desk. The sound was steady, but my mind was already mapping out what I’d need for the mission.
On the other end of the line, Klaus’s voice came sharp and quick. “No s**t, man. You’re not coming this time.”
I froze mid-tap. “Don’t joke. Who do you think understands Riverdale better than me?” My tone was flat, but underneath it, I was already bracing for the answer.
“Zion,” Klaus replied without hesitation.
Of course. My uncle. The Alpha.
I should’ve seen that coming. Still, it stung. I let out a short, annoyed exhale—more of a scoff than a sigh.
Klaus must have heard it because he groaned. “It’s not that I don’t want you there, Orion. But honestly, this mission could turn ugly, and Amanda will kill me
