Lucien's pov
It was certainly a petite female. Why was he so fixed on a person he had 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 he had spotted 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 to gather these ladies all in one place.
