“Your Majesty,” Alpha Berger grumbles.
“Right,” Tyrell claps. “Let’s get down to business.” He gestures to the room. “Go on in.”
We walk into the room and take our seats while Isaac files in with Victoria and Gamma Hall. I shudder as Victoria glares at me. ‘I wish that b***h would stop staring at me,’ I grumble.
‘Let’s beat her up,’ Astrid interjects.
‘Not here,’ I snort at my wolf.
“Okay, everyone,” Tyrell begins. “Alpha Berger and I have a few more questions before we make our final decision,” He directs his gaze at Isaac, “Alpha Devereaux, please stand up.”
Isaac stands up, “Your Majesty, may I say something,” His lip quivers.
“Speak,” Tyrell responds.
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