Alpha Landre
I took my seat at the head of the table, the room barely lit by the overhead chandelier. The other alphas eyed me with a mix of curiosity and suspicion, their expressions unreadable. Victor sat beside me, too, pretending to project a calm authority that only served to heighten my irritation. I cleared my throat, trying to mask my seething anger with a calm exterior.
“As you all know, it’s been years since my daughter was taken from me by her mother, Sydney, who fled in the dead of night, hiding Dionne away from me for years. I’ve not been silent about it, and I’ve been searching, scouring every corner of this continent. Two days ago, my men and I finally spotted her in the Hollow District. We tracked the location and—”
“Enough with the sob story, Landre,” Grigory, that fat
