“Ladies and gentlemen, I want to thank you so much for coming tonight.” Thierry Nicolet stood up on the raised platform, hands clasped together as he waited for the crowd to notice him and quiet down. “The collaboration between Arkadían International and Nicolet National orchestrated many opportunities for both companies.” He bowed at the Alpha King, though Nevaeh noted the hidden disdain all too well. And even as her father returned the pleasantry, his vapid grin spoke volumes.
Although Levi was putting on his best friendly façade as he watched the Lycan King, Ofa was turned away from the platform, drowning her disgust with a gulp of lemon water while she rubbed Gamma Rhys’ white-knuckled fist to try and comfort him. Nevaeh couldn’t imagine how he must feel sitting in a room of L
