Patrick stepped out of the Alpha King's house, his spine ramrod straight, and every movement he made measured and careful. Not one flicker of emotion passed across his face even though inside, his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would leap out of his chest.
The cool night breeze caught the hem of his coat, but Patrick didn't break stride. He walked briskly toward the black car waiting patiently for him at the curb. His driver as always hurried to open the door. Without sparing him a glance, Patrick ducked inside and settled into the back seat.
The moment the door clicked shut, the car rolled away from the Alpha king's estate's heavy security gates, pulling onto the broad road lined with old trees.
Still, Patrick didn't allow himself to relax. His hands remained on his lap, every fiber of his being tensed and wired tight. He only let out a shaky breath once the mansion disappeared completely from view and they had driven several miles down the road.
