The Alpha novel Chapter 26

Ethan's POV

I do not like Alpha Lucien. I am doing my best to remain cordial and professional because this alliance would be very beneficial for us, but so help me, this guy is getting on my last nerve. Upon meeting Scarlet he was overly flirtatious. Now, every time I spot him, he is either eyeing her or talking to her. He's even touched her multiple times. Maybe I'm being possessive, after all it has only been her hand or back, but in the werewolf community most know it is in bad taste to touch another person's mate. Werewolves are inherently territorial and possessive over their mates, especially those that have Alpha blood in them.

As I spot the servers on their way out, I instantly go up to Scarlet and guide her away, even though I know we will be sitting with the Silver Shadow Alpha. We reach the table and I pull out the chair that is seated to the right of the head of the table. She smiles at me gratefully and slides a hand down to smooth out her dress as she sits down and I push her in. Lucien approaches as I am taking my seat and remarks, "Alpha Ethan, you have outdone yourself. The food smells divine. I can't wait to dig in."

I force a smile at him as he sits in the chair to my left. "Only the best for our guests," I assure as plates are set before us with small portions of several of the restaurant's best sellers.

"Oh yes! I find that the Crescent Moon Pack has been quite welcoming. Going above and beyond to please me and my pack. I do look forward to negotiating new terms with you for our alliance," he gushes before taking a bite of his grilled beef filet. He lets out an exaggerated moan as he looks at me and then Scarlet. "Absolutely delicious!"

"I'm glad you have found everything to your liking," I remark as calmly as I can, despite that I seem to be getting more and more agitated.

"Most definitely. Even the lovely Scarlet has been most gracious," he replies before shooting her a toothy grin that makes me want to punch him in the face. I can't decide if he's simply trying to make friendly conversation or if he is trying to stir up trouble.