Chapter 43: My Eggs Are Ripe.

"Prince Jordan Greens we need to talk," I heard a deep baritone from the sky lounge bar and slowly turned my head. It was Russell Morgan. Sitting beside him was the Supreme Commander.

"Lord of Nights," I bowed slightly.

"We got your message last night and we are here to talk," Russell Morgan slurred.

"Can we talk later?" I asked.

"If we had wanted to talk to you later, we wouldn't be here this morning," Russell Morgan said and I headed towards the bar and sat before him and my father.

The five Alphas surrounded me as if attempting to prevent my departure. However, their actions did not move me, as even they knew that hundreds of them were no match for me. The only person capable of stopping me was Russell Morgan.

The Supreme Commander pushed the letter I had written to Alpha Benjamin the previous night towards me. With my eyes concealed behind dark sunglasses, I maintained a straight face.