"Their… sons?"
"Yes." Eric drained the rest of his whiskey in a single swallow. "Anyone with working hands and a functioning brain. We have work to do."
"Shall I give them a reason, sir?"
"Tell them their Alpha requires manpower for arena preparations… and they have to meet me there in fifteen minutes."
"Alpha, are you sure about this?" Benedict asked, pausing mid-stride as they crossed the corridor that led toward the side exit. "You don't like to be around too many people."
"There is a first for everything, Benedict. And I need Sera here tonight."
Benedict's brows rose just a fraction. "Need, sir?"
"I need sleep," Eric snapped, then exhaled slowly.
"Okay, Alpha," Benedict said. "Fifteen minutes."
Eric slipped through the side exit, avoiding the flood of people gathered on the estate grounds. He climbed into his car, the low growl of the engine echoing his mood as he pulled out of the estate and headed toward the arena.
