Kasteil moved quickly through the summit grounds, long strides carrying him past aides and security teams already shifting into higher alert. The call had come only minutes ago: the Arabian delegation's convoy was five minutes out. Black cars, diplomatic plates, advance security sweeping ahead. This was the moment the entire summit had been built around.
He still remembered the first classified brief that mentioned them—three years earlier, buried in a stack of intelligence summaries. A powerful coalition in the Arabian territories, led by an alpha king and his omega consort. Kasteil had stared at the page for a full minute. He hadn't known their kind still existed so far east.
