Vorian POV
The last two weeks had flown by faster than I cared to admit, and now here I was stuck attending this gods-damned Alpha summit. Honestly, what’s the point? We could handle this crap through memos or a damn Zoom call. Anything would be better than being crammed on a private jet with five other Alphas, listening to them drone on about their packs, their problems, and their inflated egos. If I’m lucky, maybe they’ll shut the hell up for once.
The only upside? Vegas. Booze. Women. Gambling. My kind of therapy.
I was already in a foul mood when my driver pulled into the private airstrip. Delphine had been blowing up my phone all morning, sobbing about how sorry she was, begging for another chance. I had the pleasure of telling her to f**k off with every ounce of venom I could must
