Zoriana listened to the conversation, offering remarks only when prompted. She wasn't focused; the outcome of these negotiations didn't truly matter to her. In fact, she was surprised they were happening at all. Alpha Tristan didn't need this alliance, and for Ryder, joining forces with Tristan would look like an act of rebellion against the Crown.
Suddenly, Tristan’s eyes clouded over—a sign he was communicating via the mind-link. “An urgent matter in my pack,” he announced, standing abruptly. “I need to take a call with my Beta. We can resume the meeting in an hour.”
“Let’s meet in an hour for a tour of the grounds followed by dinner,” Ryder replied, rising as well. “We can return to business tomorrow.”
Tristan gave a curt nod and swiftly left the lounge. Zoriana rose to follow, but R
