Claire’s POV
In the Royal Pack, Ivan and I met with the Alpha King for brunch at his palace. The King had been very nice to me, even greeting me by name. He had been less nice to Ivan, ignoring him entirely and refusing to shake his hand.
Now, as we were sitting around a small table, the brunch items being served, an awkward silence had settled in around us. Neither the Alpha King nor Ivan seemed content to even so much as look at each other. This was particularly frustrating because this entire thing had been Ivan’s idea.
“I trust your travel wasn’t too precarious, Claire,” the Alpha King said. “I know you brought luggage for an overnight trip, but I imagine you will want to return as quickly as possible.”
“I don’t know if that’s necessary…” I said, though I was getting the feeling th
