Chapter Hundred-Fifty – Trust
On reaching his study, Stefan caught the scent of a new person, all alone, waiting for him.
He remembered he was to have a visitor and cursed himself for buying time at Laurel's place.
He hid his scent as he walked in, standing at the entrance and watching the man. He didn't expect him to look agile. But then, the man was still in his early thirties.
None of the man's features registered in his brain, not his light brown hair, styled in an undercut, or the scar across his neck to his back that looked like it'd have hurt a lot.
"General." Stefan walked inside, tired of staring.
The man left where he sat, looking guilty for being seated. "Stef… Alpha Stefan. Good to finally meet you."
Stefan raised a brow. "Oh… right." He sat down opposite the man, being separated by the table. "Can I ask your name?"
"Conrad." He said quickly.
Stefan didn't know how to act before the man.
