ZEPHYR
Fucking pack meetings.
If not for them, I would've left for London the moment she landed. The moment I heard her crying over the phone.
Stefan hadn't put it on speaker, but I'd heard those broken sobs in the background. And it took everything in me not to book a flight immediately.
But I couldn't.
At least, not yet.
There were things I had to handle first— important office matters, unfinished reports, and of course, a f*****g pack meeting.
Some internal dispute had blown up while I was distracted due to Lyla's withdrawal, and as Alpha, I had no choice but to step in.
Apparently, two of our younger males had turned the training compound into a f*****g gladiator arena.
The annoying part was that it all started with a mating claim. And of course, no one thought to involve me.
