Chapter 18. Fiona

George Kingsman’s POV.

“I want all sentries stationed at the gates, every single one of them.” I gave my final order to the men seated at the table who were leaders in their various provinces. They nodded their understanding and with a wave of my hand, they dispersed.

I rubbed the centre of my forehead. I was exhausted. My father was yet to step down from the throne as the Alpha of the green moss pack and yet I had begun to take over all the activities and work attached to ruling a pack.

My father was away on a ‘business trip’ as he put it but I was too sure he was away to have some fun. He wouldn’t take his private jet and almost no escorts if it was a business trip.

I hissed.

As soon as the last man left the meeting hall my beta came in.

“Did you find anything, Harris?”

“Oh allow me to at least take my seat…….” He said while reaching out for the seat beside me on the massively round table. Even I knew this meeting table was so big.

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