#Chapter 64: Frustration

Alexander The pack’s territory in question was a three-hour drive north, through winding mountain roads that slowed the entire journey. The Alpha, a stern older man named Kieran, met me at the pack house with a scowl that could have frozen hell over. “Alexander,” he said, clearly not bothering with pleasantries today. “I wasn’t expecting you to come personally.” “When my Beta tells me there’s a dispute over a trade contract, I handle it myself,” I replied, stepping out of the car. The Alpha’s expression darkened further. “Your Beta, yes. Interesting man. Very… forthcoming about your pack’s intentions.” Something cold settled in my gut. “What do you mean?” “Come. We’ll discuss this in my office.” We made our way to the Alpha’s office, where he launched right into his tirade. According to Kieran, Gabriel had contacted him two days ago, claiming that Ashclaw was planning to pull out of our long-standing trade agreement. Gabriel h