With so many powerful and reputable Alphas and their children present, Roselia hoped to see her Papa. Cruden might've despised how much she cared for her father, but in the end, she still loved the man who raised her by himself. She understood her Papa was a complicated man with many emotions and harsh words. Her Papa loved her. He might've not shown it in conventional ways, but he had his reasons.
"But I'm surprised," Henry continued the conversation. "You finally got to marry your Fiore girl. Aye?"
Roselia's head snapped to Cruden. What did Henry mean by that? Cruden's stone-cold expression remained. Reading him was impossible. Not a hint of emotions swirled within his steel-cut eyes. Cruden's grip tightened on Roselia's waist. She was practically glued to his side, inseparable.
"And you're still whoring around, I see," Cruden muttered.
Henry grinned, glancing down at Priscilla. "I should settle down soon. What's an Alpha without his Luna?"
