CHAPTER HUNDRED EIGHTY-FIVE

Liam’s pov

Just as it was supposed to be, letters of invitation to the coronation of the Queen of the immortal carnage were addressed to Tyler and me and a few other important members of my pack.

I stared at mine, “About time.” I said.

“I don’t feel like going, I have a strange feeling about it,” Tyler said, sitting up abruptly from one of the chairs on the other side of my office table.

I rolled my eyes, “You’re always having feelings about this and that. You had feelings for Lina, she died, and you also had strange feelings about that all-important deal, it collapsed, now a harmless coronation ails you too?” I scoffed and lit a cigarette.

He glared at me, "Watch It, Liam, you know very well that Lina died because of a war you started years ago and that deal collapsed because you were dumb enough to hold Roseline captive. Don’t push anything on me.” He retorted.

“Let’s not go back and forth, Tyler, it bores me. We need to focus on the future, on the plan that would get that pest