Chapter 17

Foster' POV My wolf, Aksher, restless and pacing anxiously inside me, we arrived at this brand new office building in downtown Seattle. The email address on the divorce papers led me here—to a law firm that seemed to think it could steal everything I had. I pushed through the glass doors, my dominance radiating in waves that made the receptionist straighten in her chair. Her eyes widened as she recognized me - Alpha Foster Thorn of the Silver Creek Pack. My reputation preceded me. "I need to speak with whoever is handling my mate's case," I growled, not bothering with pleasantries. "I-I'll see if Ms. Sage is available," the woman stammered, reaching for her phone with trembling fingers. Minutes later, a tall woman with sharp features and calculating eyes emerged from a side hallway. Her power suit screamed authority, but I could smell the Beta rank beneath her designer perfume. She extended her hand with practiced precision. "Evelyn Sage. How may I assist you, Alpha Foster?" I ignored