Xavier
The community center was filled with Alphas from different packs leaning toward one another, speaking in quiet voices.
Their conversations overlapped, some discussing current affairs, others catching up or exchanging reports. We were all seated around a large oak table, scattered with maps and glasses of spiced wine.
I sat quietly, tapping the armrest of my chair with my ball pen. The upcoming regional coronation sat heavy in my mind. Two months. That was the timeline, assuming Sasha’s memory returned and things fell into place.
The others kept glancing toward me. Not all the time, but enough for me to notice. Some looked for a reaction. Some waited for approval. Others just needed to feel my presence. Being the revered one came with both weight and watchfulness. It gave me a
