Chapter 9: Alpha Asshole

~Sebastian~

Nickolai, Tank, and I wait patiently outside the packhouse–if you could call it a house. This place is more like a mini fortress preparing for war. We had to come through two checkpoints to get here and here we wait, six minutes past our meeting time. I lean against the post on the front steps of the large white mansion while Nickolai sighs heavily, checking his watch once more.

“Be still, Nickolai” I mutter.

“Easy for you to say! You’re a brute with no actual emotions.”

I quirk a brow with mild amusement. He is nervous and I can see why. This is important. We want to leave a good impression on Alpha Alden, even if he is leaving a bad one on us.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.” he groans in frustration.

“It’s fine. You didn’t hurt my tender feelings,” I joke.

Nickolai leans on the post opposite me while Tank stands at the bottom of the steps looking around, no doubt feeling anxious the more we wait. From a protection standpoint, the longer we wait for such a meeting