** Paige’s POV **

I feel something stirring in my chest that’s not nerves or self-doubt; it’s purpose.

“I want to be there,” I say.

All four heads turn toward me.

Ryder frowns, worry creasing his brow. “Paige…”

“I’m serious,” I say, stepping closer. “I want to be part of the meeting.”

Callen exhales sharply. “Babe, this isn’t just a discussion. These are Alphas. Old-school ones that don’t interact with humans or follow any of their social constructs. They ...