Zayn sat at the head of the long stone table, fingers tapping slowly and impatiently on the armrest. Ezra stood behind him, arms crossed and annoyed.
“They’re late,” Ezra muttered. “They think just because the Alpha King...”
“Let it go,” Zayn said quietly.
Just then, the doors creaked open.
Alpha King Dace sauntered in, flanked by several Alphas. His eyes swept over the room, then landed on Zayn.
“Thank you for keeping my seat warm, Zayn,” He said with a smirk as he walked up to him.
Zayn didn’t flinch, nor did he move.
“Meeting was set for noon,” He reminded,” You’re late.”
“My apologies,” Dace continued, “We got a little carried away.”
The other Alphas nodded in agreement with sly smiles.
“Now that we’re here, let’s not waste time,” He added as he gestured at the chair Zayn sat on, “Would you be so kind as to return my seat to me, Zayn?”
Ezra tensed up behind him.
“That’s your seat,” he muttered under his breath.
