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My blood turns cold. Alpha Rhett Miles. The man I once. thought would be my future, the man who framed me and left my life in shambles. I freeze, horror gripping me as his eyes land on me for the briefest of moments. He stares, his expression unreadable, but there’s recognition there, no doubt about it, and I notice the way he hesitates like he is just as shocked as I am at seeing him here.
“King Soren,” Rhett says, giving a bow, but Soren waves him. and introduces me calmly.
“This is my fiancée, Brielle.”
I wait for Rhett to say something, for him to acknowledge what we both know, but instead, he simply nods. “Pleasure to meet you.” he holds out his hand for me to shake. My fingers tremble as he grips my hand, bringing it to his lips, yet his eyes don’t leave mine and I see the spark of fury behind them. as they flicker briefly to his wolf.
He lets go, and I retake my seat, waiting for him to out me. Yet, he’s pretending not to know me. Why? Is this part of his game?
Max stumbling with his pencils scatters them across the table, and Damian and I move to help scoop them up while Rhett takes his seat.
Gathering the pencils, I sit up and pretend to help Max with his coloring book, but my ears are attuned to every word Soren and Rhett exchange. The tension is suffocating, and I
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can’t stop my hands from shaking as I pass Max a new pencil. I force a smile, trying to hide my nerves, but my thoughts are racing too fast to focus on anything except the conversation unfolding around me.
“I take it this is about the situation at the docks? Or if it’s about the debt, it has been paid,” Rhett assures Soren.
Soren leans back in his chair, his expression calm, but there’s a sharpness in his eyes as he looks at Rhett. “Rhett,” he says, his voice cold, “The council’s concerns aren’t just about the debt. It’s about the tensions between your pack and Alpha Jefferson’s. Humans are in the city. If this escalates into a full- blown war, there will be too much life lost. The council can’t afford to let that happen.”
Rhett shifts uncomfortably, running a hand through his hair. “I understand that, my King, but things got complicated. I’ve been doing my best to manage the situation. I just need a little more time.”
“Soren, I’ve watched you grow up, and your father was a close friend,” Soren corrects him and my heart stutters hearing that. Rhett nods and his eyes dart to me while Soren’s fingers tap rhythmically on the table, the sound sending a shiver down my spine.
I don’t want to be here, don’t want to hear any of this, but I’m rooted to the spot, every instinct telling me to run while every ounce of curiosity keeps me frozen, eavesdropping on the conversation.
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“Rhett,” Soren says, his voice low but stern, the kind of tone that makes my skin prickle. “The council won’t wait forever. You know this. You need to settle this feud. The fact that you went behind their backs and had Alpha Jefferson’s shipments raided has only made things worse.”
My breath catches. Alpha Jefferson. My father.
Soren’s words hit like a punch to the gut. Rhett had my father‘ s boats raided? It’s no wonder tensions are on the verge of exploding into war. But how did I not know this? Surely, this would be news, not that I have much chance to watch TV, unless the council is trying to keep everything under the rug. My mind reels, flashing back to the way my father had always hated Rhett. I thought it was because he was arrogant, and he hated having to work with someone younger than him. But this… this has me wondering if it’s something more. It wasn’t just a personal vendetta. It was about business, about power. And money.
“My pack’s been running those docks for years,” Rhett says, his voice tight, defensive. “Exports are our lifeline. Without them, we have nothing. I had no choice, he wasn’t letting my men in.”
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