#Chapter 84: The Politics Of Polite Conversation

Julian’s POV There was no way in hell I was letting Chase have this seat next to Amber, but with the way he was glaring back at me, I suspected he was thinking the same thing. This was a battle of wills, then, but I was determined to win. No one had more will than the pack Alpha. “I think you should find a different seat,” I said, politely insisting Chase get lost. Chase narrowed his eyes. “I think you’d be more comfortable in the other chair, Alpha.” “I had my eye on this one,” I said. “This one isn’t as nice as the other one,” Chase replied. “An Alpha deserves the best.” “I will generously allow you to take the better chair,” I said, saying some of the words through my grit teeth. “But this seat is mine.” We seemed at an impasse, but I wasn’t going to back down. “Chase,” Amber said. My pride puffed up like a peacock, certain Amber was about to dismiss him and have me stay at the empty seat. “Sit down here next to me,” she said. My pride shriveling up, I looked