Nathan’s POV
It was twenty minutes past 2 a.m. on the dot when we stepped into Kobe’s opulent suite in the city. I stood between my new Gamma Sean and Marcus, in the doorway.
The lights cast long reflections across polished surfaces: a city skyline view, leather sofas, and Kobe lounging like he owned the horizon.
“Glad you could join me,” Kobe drawled, flicking scotch in his glass and flashing a grin. “Alpha Ashbourne, Gamma Davenport… finally gracing me with your presence.”
Sean’s jaw tightened. Marcus gave a low hum.
A moment later, Kobe leaned forward, smug. “So, Sean. Heard you’re happy playing second fiddle. Riding coat‑tails, are we? Maybe Gamma’s not even a real role.”
Here the f**k we go.
Sean stood to full height—an inch or two shorter than Marcus, much more imposing. “Le
