Noah
Noah strode out of the conference room, his face set in a stern mask as he tugged at the cuffs of his suit jacket. The meeting with the foreign diplomats had been grueling, every little movement having to be as calculated and precise as the last.
Just another day in the life of the Alpha, he mused, rolling his broad shoulders to work out the lingering tension.
His phone chimed in his pocket, prompting him to fish it out and glance at the screen. It was a message from Scott—and from the looks of the brief line of text, it was a matter of some urgency.
“Need to see you ASAP. Meet at your office?”
Noah’s brow furrowed slightly at the cryptic text, but he didn’t hesitate in tapping out an affirmative response. If his Beta and half-brother felt the need to meet in pers
