"It's the annual board meeting," Francis said through the call, his tone carrying the weight of pack authority. "This is an important gathering of the ruling council. Take the day off and attend."
The finality in his voice left no room for refusal. I could feel the expectation behind it, like an Alpha summoning a bloodline heir to witness the workings of the pack's inner structure.
Since I had nothing urgent scheduled, I accepted. I informed Felicia, my assistant, and left for Francis's company without delay.
By 10:00AM, I stepped into the conference hall where the pack's corporate council gathered. The room carried a subtle pressure—dominance layered over professionalism, the scent of power and influence woven into every seat at the table.
Alex was already there.
