Zion marched down the stairs with purpose, his expression hard and unreadable. Levi followed closely behind, silently observing the sudden shift in his Alpha's demeanor. Zion moved like a man on a mission—determined, focused, as if clinging to some unspoken resolve.
After a few moments, Levi finally broke the silence. "Alpha Zion, the Royal Convoy has arrived. They're resting in their suites now. If you wish to speak with them, I can arrange a meeting."
Zion didn't slow his pace. "No need," he replied curtly, his voice flat and dismissive, leaving no room for discussion.
"Then what about Miss Claire's condition? Do you wish to check on her? Or should I inform the Royal Convoy of the situation instead?" Levi asked, his tone calm on the surface—but laced with a sharp, mocking edge.
The unspoken message rang loud and clear, 'Isn't she the mistress you chose over your Luna? Why the sudden silence now? Why aren't you checking on her and your pup?'
