Alpha Alexander
I ensured the parlor was dimly lit, the fading sun casting long shadows across the room as it dipped below the horizon. Standing tall, my alpha presence demanded attention as I faced Stefan, my beta, who sat across from me, his gaze intent, awaiting my words.
The air was heavy with the weight of responsibility as we delved into the serious matters concerning the pack. Outside the parlor, Stefan's wife lingered, her subdued sniffles echoing in the room. The ambiguity lingered—were her tears prompted by the intense conversation between her husband and daughter, or the heart-wrenching loss of Vanessa? Both Stefan and Elena were deeply prideful, a trait Frida had often discussed with Elena. It was perplexing that she hadn't spoken to her daughter for months after she ran awa
