Caesar's POV
As the conference room doors opened, I stepped out into the corridor, my patience already wearing thin from the prolonged negotiations.
Behind me trailed a German executive in his fifties, flanked by several subordinates in pristine suits.
"Alpha Blackwood," the German executive said, his smile stretching unnaturally wide as he moved aside to let me pass. "We'll finalize the agreement as discussed. I'll personally bring the contracts to your hotel tomorrow for signing."
"Fine," I replied, my tone deliberately cool. I had no interest in extending pleasantries beyond what was necessary.
My beta, Marcus, stepped closer. "Alpha, the Alpha of Bloodmoon Pack is waiting for us at the hotel."
"I'll escort you out," the German executive offered quickly, recognizing
