Kyra's POV
"Mr. Anderson, Miss Monroe, the meeting will start in five minutes."
I nodded at my assistant and glanced at Nathan, who stood behind me. His forehead was still creased in frustration, his brown eyes burning into mine. He looked confused, but still furious.
I didn't understand why he despised Chris so much. Even back in college, he'd growled at the mere mention of his name. Chris was a good werewolf. He'd accepted my rejection gracefully, never holding a grudge. As a lone wolf without a pack, he had no reason to challenge Nathan's authority, yet my ex-mate still saw him as a threat.
Shaking my head, I turned my back on Nathan and started walking toward the conference room. I felt him following me, but I didn't look back.
The meeting started right after we arrived. The other Alphas and Betas of Nightfall Pack's business executives sat in tense silence, yet Nathan kept sending me mind-link messages, his mental voice grating against my skull.
