“Hello Your Majesty,” I curtsied as best as I could in my skirt, my eyes closed and head lowered as the King, along with his entourage, made their way from the car up to the Pack House. “My name is Alpha Charolette DeMarie, but please, call me Charlie.”
After a few moments, I dared to straighten myself and glance up at the King. He was looking at me with an amused smile. “DeMarie, you say? Surely not any relation to Susan DeMarie?”
I frowned slightly, my brows drawn together. “Well, yes, actually. She’s my mother and the Pack’s doctor.”
He laughed, rolling his eyes and shaking his head as he walked up to me, patting me on the shoulder. “So this little Pack is where my rebellious cousin ran off to?” he tsked as he made his way inside. I and the rest of the Welcome Party were looking at e
