“Alpha Zane,” Lescott Bane, Marlon’s Beta says when he sees Zane stepping down from his car with his entourage. “You actually came.”
“Yeah, isn’t that why you sent the f*****g IVs?” Zane replies coldly, brushing past the much bigger man, his eyes immediately scanning the women around Marlon’s mansion.
It is a big modern style mansion with exquisite bespoke design but Zane hardly has time to admire the architecture as he looks from woman to woman.
“Our Alpha will be thrilled to host you, officially extend his regards to you for calling a truce between both provinces, trade has been surplus, profits are good, I’m sure it is for you as well.”
Zane halts, turning to the man behind him with a sneer. “Don’t you have something better to do? I don’t need a f*****g bodyguard.”
“I’m only trying
