For some reason, James felt a chill crawl down his spine.
He wasn't sure if it was because of his cold, merciless voice or his shock at how clearly he had dismantled every of his belief.
He had spent years dealing with mean and dangerous men…but never had he encountered people like the man standing before him.
His manner and calmness with which he spoke and his outlook on facts are both unsettling and unnerving.
Though it held no hatred, or anger but only ambition didn't make it easier.
James exhaled deeply, then he met his gaze. "What exactly are you proposing?" He asked.
The prince remained silent for several seconds. Then he said, "Pressure."
James frowned.
"Pressure from every direction." He murmured, he stood and walked toward the large map hanging against the wall.
"Your Supreme Alpha has one weakness."
James raised a brow and a knowing glint flashed across his face. He was very certain of guess.
