Penelope POV
"Reject it."
Axton paused, his pen hovering over the leather-bound ledger. "The Blue-Claw Pack requested a lunch meeting, Governor. Julian’s personal assistant called twice."
"I don't care if the Alpha himself crawled here on his knees." I leaned back in my leather chair, tapping my fingernails against the mahogany desk. "No time. From now on, reject every single invitation from Blue-Claw without checking with me first."
"Understood."
"He needs to learn his place," I muttered, looking out of the high window. "He no longer has the right to sit across a table from me."
Axton nodded once, his face a mask of professional obedience. "I will draft the formal refusal immediately."
"Make it blunt."
"Of course, Governor."
He turned on his heel and marched out of the office, th
