Lucien's pov
It was certainly a female, petite why was he so fixed on a person he met overnight? He should be looking for his mate yet he couldn't seem to think further than the masked stranger he had seen. He stared at the red wine swirling slowly in the glass as he listened to the slow music played in the background.
Hours had passed after the evening party and nothing happened after sighting the stranger so it wasn't a thief. He supposed.
"Alpha lucien," a voice broke him out of his strayed thought, and he remembered he was involved in a conversation with Shantel. Makel's daughter. She engaged him in a light conversation about his plans about gathering these ladies all in one place.
