Gavin’s POV “Just sign along the dotted line,” Taylor instructed. “And then the contract is complete, and you’ll officially be in business together.” I hesitated for a moment before I signed my name along the line, but eventually I did. The second my signature was sprawled on the contract, Zachary Blackwell clapped his hands together. I looked up at him, sitting on the other side of my desk with his leg crossed over the other. A smile lit up his face as he looked between Taylor and me. “So, that’s a done deal then,” he said, his voice loud and proud. He holds out his hand for me to shake, and I shake it because it’s what you do during business transactions like this. However, I couldn’t help but think that I sold my soul to the devil. I feel like I somehow did my late father a disservice by deciding to work with someone he deemed an enemy. Then again, it seemed as if my father was the true enemy in the situation. “We should have a celebration. Drinks on me tonight,” Zachary said. “It’ll be good to get out and maybe get to know the territory, considering I’ll be pledging myself to you at some point. We’ll need to discuss the ceremony for that and an announcement for the territory.” “Let’s just make one thing clear,” Taylor said, pressing his palms on the desk and leaning towards Zachary, a sudden bite to his words. “Just because you are now business partners with Alpha Gavin doesn’t make you any type of Alpha in this territory. Your only