Ian crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing as he finally spoke again. "You rejected the Apex Alpha's call."
The words dropped heavy in the air.
Rhydric didn't even flinch. He only leaned back against his chair, shutting his eyes as if the world itself annoyed him to the core. The kerchief was back at his nose, his long fingers curling around it like it was the only thing grounding him.
Ian exhaled hard through his nose. At this point, he didn't even care anymore. He knew nothing he said would make Rhydric stop. The Alpha would keep sniffing the damn cloth until he got bored or until it lost her scent.
"That apex of a guy is already getting on my nerves," Rhydric finally muttered, his voice low, deep, laced with that sharp edge of disdain.
Ian straightened at once. "Careful with the way you call the Alpha King. If the pack, or worse, if the other packs hear you, they'll think you're rebelling against him."
