JULIAN'S POV
It was one thing to be an Alpha, and a whole different ballgame to be an estranged Alpha to a pack that once honoured my very existence. Now, I had to come toe to toe with Uncle Lucas, if I wanted to stand another shot at the throne.
I concealed a groan, as I made my way to my office. I reached for my phone in my breast pocket, and dialled Aliona's number. It rang but she didn't pick.
That was strange. She didn't even drop an Intel about where she was headed to, before she left this morning. I stepped into the office the same time Enzo Sanchez's call came in.
I pressed the phone against my ears. “Where are you man? We need to talk,” He said, his tone oily.
I scrubbed my hands over my face. "What do you want to talk about man?" I said, my tone assertive.
He groaned.
