THIRD PERSON POV
Victoria stared wide-eyed at the grand interior of the building she was currently sitting inside, brimming with unsettled nerves.
Earlier that morning, she’d received a call from a man she didn’t know—who turned out to be Kenneth’s beta—and was briskly informed of the details of her impromptu meeting with the alpha.
‘Come to the Howling Chophouse on Main Street in the capital,’ he’d said. ‘Be there by noon, and not a minute later.’
Before she could ask anything or get even one word out in response, he hung up, leaving her hanging.
So, here she was. Sitting inside of the capital’s most profitable—and exclusive—steakhouse, wearing a lovely long-sleeved peplum dress, made of the finest black velvet she owned, accessorized with champagne stilettos. There was no
