Zane POV
On the plane home, I was deeply regretting not having listened to Travis more attentively.
We had found Scott just where Alpha Malo had said he would be, at the hunting lodge about twenty miles from the summer palace. Scott had been reading something on his phone and sipping Scotch as I burst in with Travis, hoping to catch him on his haunches.
Instead, Scott looked up at us with an expression of joy and relief.
“Oh! I’m so pleased to see you!” he exclaimed, setting down his drink. I noticed a gamma standing by the window, ready to serve. “I’ve been so worried.”
“I doubt that,” I said, but already I could see how he was going to play this and how little I could do to stop him.
“But I gave you the heads-up about Sarah right under Rob’s nose,” he said, walking up like he was g
