Chapter Forty-two

Noah's POV

I stood outside the royal quarters mentally preparing myself for the impromptu meeting that the king had called for. It was odd for King Benedict to call a meeting without at least a day's notice. The guards moved aside as they saw me, I knocked on the gold-plated door and waited.

"Come in." I opened the door, and the cool air hit my face as I stepped my feet into the suite, the aroma of lavender oil and cinnamon filled the air, it was an odd blend but it worked.

Queen Claire was seated on a plush velvet chaise, she was flipping through the pages of a Vogue magazine. I bowed in respect.

"My queen, good evening." She smiled and closed her magazine.

" Hello Alpha Noah, it's good to see you. How has the competition been treating your pack?"

" The competition has been good so far, we are in the lead." I looked around the room, trying to see if I can get a glance of King Benedict, I didn't have anything against Queen Claire but we didn't have much in common.

"Good, good, good.