Arthur’s POV

"Good,” I said as I looked at the office door. “Let’s get this taken care of, then.”

Opening the door, Alpha Romero sat at his desk, wearing a smiling face as he spoke to me.

I glanced around the Alpha's office at the rest of the attendees. Sitting in front of and beside his desk was Romero's daughter Catherine and his beta. Initially, the talk was casual, pleasant even.

“I’ve been thinking about taking up some cooking ...