Duvalier
I sat in my study, scrolling through the morning news briefing on my tablet, my focus primarily on the business section. I had an upcoming meeting with the Pack Council, and there were several pressing matters that needed discussion. As I enjoyed breakfast with my wife, Anna, I couldn't help but recall the strange dream I had earlier.
It started with me at the dinner table with Anna.
"The glass looks neat," Anna remarked, catching my attention. I glanced at her briefly before returning my gaze to the tablet. "Do you want to invite the new gardener into our matrimonial bed?" I replied, my tone dismissive. She seemed taken aback, her breath catching in her throat.
"I don't know how many times I have to say I'm sorry, Alpha Duvalier. I truly am," she pleaded. I stared at her, un
