Third Person POV

The VIP shook his head slowly, scoffing. "No. It's not what you're thinking." His voice, calm and certain. "He's too obsessed with her to ship her off to our pack. That can't be his plan." He paused. "There's something more."

Marcus let out a frustrated breath. "This guy is really a piece of work." He shook his head in disbelief. "What do we do now, sir?"

The VIP stared at the dark window for a long moment, his fingers still drumming. Then he finally spoke.

"Take me to his office."

"Yes, sir," the driver said.

Marcus sighed and fastened his seatbelt.

The car pulled away from the...