••• Elijah’s POV •••
“Cheers to you, Alpha.” I raised my champagne flute to the Alpha of the London Green Pack. “Thank you for funding the Goldclaw Pride Pack.”
Thanks to him, our business was finally stabilizing.
The Alpha in question, a short but buff werewolf, guffawed and raised his champagne flute. “I like to make investments in packs that nearly went under.”
Although I felt he was mocking me, I only gritted my teeth and let it slide, keeping my pleasant smile in place. Because I couldn’t f*****g retorted or get angry with the person who saved my pack from bankruptcy.
“Go.” He motioned to the well-dressed werewolves around us. “Don’t let my investment in your pack go to waste.”
I nodded, watching him leave. When the Alpha of the London Green Pack was out of sight,
