*Senya*
“. . . the property in wolffordshire has been designated as your dower residence and as such will be placed in your name and become your property, although it may not be sold or passed on to another until your death. The exception, naturally, is that should you marry, it would go to your husband. In addition, your late husband created a trust for you that is to be overseen by Beta Keton. The pay out to you will be two hundred thousand per annum”.
Dazed by Serdal’s generosity, I stare at Mr. Beck, the pack’s solicitor, as he sits incredibly still behind the Alpha’s desk in the library, having just read what he understands to be the most crucial part of my late husband’s will. He is no doubt waiting for a burst of grateful tears from me.
“Why Keton and not me ?” My brother blurts
