Kyra’s POV
"Mr. Anderson, Miss Monroe, the meeting will start in 5 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 towards 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 executive sat in tense silence, yet Nathan kept sending me mind-link messages, his mental voice grating against my skull.
