Back in the royal dining room where Alpha Jack and his mother were sitting, his mother, a stepmother to Alpha Derrick, noticed that Alpha Jack could barely eat his food, and it occurred to her that her son was bothered. Whenever he is bothered, he is always like that. Not eating, tossing his meat aside, and drinking more water.
Anastasia, his mother, dropped her fork, heaved a sigh, and gulped down the juice on her table, turning to face Alpha Jack, who was lost in thought and wasn’t aware that Anastasia was looking at him.
“Alpha Jack,” Anastasia called, since they were outside, and the werewolf soldiers were standing. She knows she has to give honor to whom honor is due–regardless even if he is her son.
“Alpha Jack,” Anastasia called again, jolting him out of his deep thoughts.
“Yes
