Alpha Curt let out a wry smile, his lips curving with false friendliness. "Won't you let us in?"
Corvine looked around suspiciously, his gaze sweeping the empty hallway before shaking his head firmly. "No."
The eyes of the two Alphas dimmed, their expressions fluctuating to something more desperate. Allan spoke up, his voice placating. "We just want to talk." He spread his hands in a gesture of peace. "Besides, we aren't enemies, are we?"
Corvine did not get out of the doorway, his intense gaze fixed on Curt as he asked, his voice cold and cutting. "Are we friends, Alpha Curt?"
He was referring to the incident in Paris, the sabotage, the threats, the humiliation. Curt caught on immediately, his jaw tightening. "Come on, Alpha King Corvine." His tone dripped with mockery. "Are you afraid we are going to kill you?"
He gestured at Corvine's powerful frame. "Weren't you the one who got some Alphas hospitalized? I don't think the two of us are a match for you."
