Chapter 83
Third Person's POV
The next morning, Ironthorn Group Headquarters, CEO Office.
Two sharp knocks hit the door.
"Come in."
Humphrey walked in, his gland scent tightly controlled. "Alpha Cassian, Mr. Howard sent the omega over. He insists you go back to the pack manor today."
Cassian signed the final document with a flourish and put down his pen. "Book me a flight to France tonight."
Humphrey froze, then nodded quickly. "Arranging it now."
Midday, a Western restaurant near the Ironthorn Group's financial district.
The area abutted the human financial center. Most patrons were ordinary humans in suits. The wolf scents here were deliberately muted.
At a window table, the server finished setting down the dishes, murmured a polite "Enjoy your meal," and wisely retreated.
Sam
