Two mornings later, I stepped into the luxurious circular meeting room of Alpha Manor, dressed sharply in a tailored dark gray suit, with Hebert walking right beside me.
The moment we entered, a suffocating wave of testosterone-filled pheromones and simmering aggression slammed into me. I instinctively frowned, my body stiffening ever so slightly. As I scanned the room, my gaze swept past familiar faces, but there was no sign of Brian.
Good. One less headache to deal with.
Rumor had it that the Blackwood Pack was neck-deep in a financial crisis, and Brian—selfish bastard that he was—was too busy plugging the holes in his sinking ship to show up for this charity meeting.
Halfway through the meeting, I took a deep breath and pushed myself to my feet. Without hesitation, I proje
