Chapter 102. Against

PEONY CRIMSON’S POV

That morning, Xander delivered on his solemn promise to take me—or rather, drag me—through the packhouse's hallways.

In addition to making sure I showed up for the meeting, he dispatched two deltas to escort me. Around a big table were the most powerful members of the pack, all seated and waiting. They were essentially in charge of the pack. It was inevitable that the topic of conversation would revolve around my destiny, given their presence here.

I was placed on the far side of the table, facing Xander who sat at the other end. Azalea sat on his right side, looking at me with a flat, unreadable stare.

There were no words spoken in this room. Not only were they waiting for the Alpha to say something, but they could feel his emotions beginning to seep into the atmosphere. I could feel the fire of his rage bursting through my mental barriers because of the mating bond.

The meeting opened after Stuart received the signal from the Alpha. He explained everything from