Xavier
The driveway at the guesthouse looked like a showroom. SUVs, sports cars, and high-end luxurious cars lined up one after the other.
Valets rushed from car to car, opening doors like their lives depended on it. This wasn't just a gathering. It was a display of power, wealth, and dominance. Every Alpha wanted to remind the others of what they owned.
I stood near the entrance of the guesthouse, offering nods and handshakes, all while trying not to look as exhausted as I felt.
Wine flowed like rivers. The live band played on. My estate bustled like a palace on a feast day. I moved from one group to the other, smiling, acknowledging their compliments, pretending not to hear the subtle jabs tucked into their greetings.
A few of them had heard rumors that Sasha was recovering from
