Cas couldn't stop thinking about the high-ranking Alpha King he had met at the summit.
The memory of him lingered at the edges of Cas's mind, refusing to fade no matter how many times he tried to push it away. The crimson eyes. The way he carried himself—like the world itself should part to make way for him. The quiet, absolute authority that radiated from him without him ever having to raise his voice or make a single demand.
He hadn't expected to meet anyone like that when he attended the summit. In truth, he hadn't expected to meet anyone at all. His goal had been simple, chat with the extras at the garden, make small talk, maybe form a connection or two that could benefit the Forest Pack. Nothing ambitious. Nothing that would draw attention to himself.
But just before he reached the garden, he had been approached by an alpha.
And not just any alpha.
