The dining hall of the grand mansion glowed warmly with the evening lights. Anne sat quietly at the table, her fingers wrapped around the stem of her wine glass. Across from her, Liana spoke animatedly, gesturing with her perfectly manicured hands as she discussed pack matters. Ryan was gulping down a huge piece of steak; he was truly a wolf !
Damien sat besides Anne, talking with his mother. And then there was Alpha Richard—sitting at the head of the table, barely contributing to the conversation.
Anne often wondered: Alphas were supposed to be the rulers of their packs—strong, dominant, feared, and respected. Richard was nothing like that. It was Liana who was running the show. She wondered why he seemed so submissive.
Rumours had circulated for years. Richard had been seriously wounded in a rogue attack, but no one knew the details. Since then, it seemed Liana had taken over his responsibilities. Still, Anne had expected more strength from the Alpha King.
