"I'd advise a closed mouth tonight," Penelope comments as we greet each other, passing through the entrance of a massive dinning room, a long wooden table upon a massive Persian rug, elegant chairs spread around the table as it stretches on for yards. "That was no one dies, only some blood and broken bones."
I frown at the female Alpha, parting was as Zion motions for me to go towards him. Following the King's gaze, it lands upon the chair besides him, telling me where to sit tonight. Some Alphas move out of the way for me, many still looking at me with bitter stares as my rogue scent can be picked up.
Tonight I wore scarlet red, the dress beautiful as it sweeps the floor, the slit exposing all the way up to mid thigh, a dip in the back and modest front. To say the most, I think the colo
