The knock at Pharrell's door signaled there was no turning back now. "Come in, Chase," Pharrell called out. Ian finished his drink and went to take his place next to Pharrell's desk.
Chase stuck his head in before he entered. "You needed to see me, Alpha?"
Pharrell gestured for Chase to enter and pointed to a chair. "No need to call me that, Chase. We're pretty informal around here. Have a seat. It's time we talked."
Chase eased into the chair. Ian was struck by the military air he conducted himself. His file said he spent some time in the Army before he joined the Blue Moon Pack.
Even after a few years in civilian life, the man didn't appear to be any softer for it. His hair was trimmed neatly and he looked as if he still worked out regularly.
"So, you've probably heard about what ha
