Ethan's POV
The glass doors of V&A Group gleamed in the morning sun like a fortress I had no hope of breaching.
I stood in the lobby, my fists clenched at my sides, trying to keep my wolf from surfacing. The urge to snarl at the smug-faced receptionist was almost overwhelming.
"I'm sorry, Alpha Holt," she said again, her tone anything but apologetic. "But without an appointment, I can't let you through."
"I just need five minutes," I said, forcing myself to sound calm. Reasonable. "Tell Vincent Smith's heir that Ethan Holt from Silver Creek Pack is here. I'm sure they'll—"
"Alpha Holt." She looked at me like I was a stray dog trying to wander into a five-star restaurant. "I've already told you. V&A Group does not take walk-ins. If you'd like to schedule an appointment, you
