Chapter 46 Zion Coming Clean
"Levi," Zion’s voice was calm, but there was a hint of finality to it. "Come with me to the office."
He turned sharply, heading toward the Alpha’s office as he continued to descend the stairs. Addison’s garden could wait for now; there were more pressing matters to discuss with his Gamma, and Zion was determined to get to the heart of them.
Levi, who was equally baffled by the sudden shift in the air and Zion’s demeanor, had no choice but to follow, quickly schooling his expression into neutrality. As they stepped into the office, which had just been cleaned by one of the omegas, Zion immediately headed to his leather chair without a word.
"Close the door," he instructed.
Once Levi did so, Zion gestured to the seat across from him. "Sit."
Leaning back into his chair, Zion took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts. His voice was measured but direct when he finally spoke.
"Tell me—what do you know about Claire, and why the Royal Convoy is here?"
Still baffled, Levi answered truthfully, "Wasn’t Miss Claire your mistress? The one you chose to be the future Luna of this pack? Aside from being your supposed fated mate—who exactly is she?"
He paused briefly before continuing, "As for the Royal Convoy, I heard they were visiting neighboring packs to inquire about the aftermath of the war—the casualties, damages—so the Royal Capital could arrange aid accordingly."