Damien was already done dressing up, and was now at the hall just a few distance away from the mansion. Luckily, the hall was in the new pack house territory so Damien was planning to declare it open in front of the guests.
"Alpha Damien, it's been ages and your beauty hasn't faded." A slender woman accompanied by a man whose hands were wrapped around hers said, giggling.
Damien never entertained women's company but this woman was the wife of one of his partners, and was probably here in his stead, so he wouldn't mind giggling away for a while.
"Same as yours Mrs. Candace," Damien answered and took her hands into his arms, dismissing the chauffeur.
"So how has it been since you came back?" The woman asked.
"As usual, it's home so there isn't much difference from when I left," Damien replied as descriptively as he could. He knew women always wanted more and if his answer was short, she was going to demand descriptions.
