#Chapter 219: Boys’ Club

Agnes The men all stared at us with expressions ranging from shock to outrage. But I wasn’t about to be intimidated. I scanned the room quickly, spotting a door at the far end. Without hesitation, I marched across the conference room, ignoring the disapproving glares from most of the Alphas. I flung open what turned out to be a supply closet, revealing stacks of folding chairs. “Perfect,” I said, grabbing one. I turned to the other women. “Ladies? Grab a seat.” The women didn’t hesitate. They filed into the room and each took a chair from the closet. I watched with satisfaction as they unfolded them and placed them around the table, wedging themselves between the men who were forced to scoot over to make room. One man refused to move for his wife, and she snarled, “Get the hell out of my way, Steven. Unless you plan on sleeping on the couch tonight.” The Alpha’s face reddened and he scooched over to make room. I snorted. Even some of the other Alpha