Kira's pov
I spun around, my heart jumping in surprise.
Callum Green stood in the doorway of the memorial chamber, he wore formal black attire appropriate for a sacred space. The simple attire made his features stand out even more, with a high nose bridge and deep-set eyes, exuding an aura of absolute control.
"How did you end up here?" I asked, clearly taken aback by his presence.
"Well, since you declined my advisor's invitation, I decided to extend it personally," he replied, his tone matter-of-fact.
I pressed my lips together, thinking.
It seemed I couldn't refuse this meal now that Callum had come in person. Turning down an Alpha of his status twice would be an insult that could have ramifications.
But one thing puzzled me... Why was he so insistent on this dinner?
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