The stranger was tall and strikingly handsome, wearing a suit that cost more than a small house, but his eyes were sharp with a moral authority that even Zach couldn't ignore.
"You're overstepping, Zach," the man said, his voice authoritative. "Harassing a woman—slave or not—at a peaceful summit is against the laws of the High Council. We are here for diplomacy, not to satisfy your lack of self-control."
Zach pulled his arm away, rubbing his wrist and scoffing. "Come on, Alexander. Don't be a bore. She's just a slave. Damien keeps her as a plaything; why shouldn't the rest of us get a turn?"
The man, Alpha Alexander, didn't flinch. "Regardless of her status, she is under Damien's protection and the laws of this summit. You are not allowed to touch her unless her master gives his explicit consent. Since Damien is not here, I suggest you move along before he returns and decides to make this a bloodbath."
