Aurelia’s POV
“What took you so long?” my father asked, turning to face me.
His eyes scanned my outfit; disdain curled across his face.
“What are you wearing?” His voice was colder this time. He exhaled and turned his attention to Axel as if I were not worth a glance.
“These days, she-wolves tend to go out of line, thinking they can be equals with wolves,” he muttered, picking up the glass of scotch from the table and taking a sip. "How else would they think it's proper to dress in suits?"
While acting like I didn’t exist, he filled Axel’s cup. “That’s why you have to keep them in check. That’s your duty as their leader.”
I rolled my eyes. Just like Julie had said, my father hated seeing me in a corporate outfit. It wasn’t until blood, tears, and my grandma that he allowed me to stud
