THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW.
“So, the Alpha had a mate all this while and we knew nothing about it?” Alpha Argo asked rhetorically to no one in particular.
Everyone in the face time fell hush, deep in thoughts. They all knew something was off but no one would have guessed what happened at the ball.
“And to think that the so-called mate is not even a full werewolf,” he chuckled dryly, walking around his office not bothering to show his face in the video call like everyone else.
“And that is not even the most interesting part,” he continues, “The whole hullaballoo gets more intriguing at the part where the half-blood shifts into a golden wolf!” he growled loudly, banging his fist on his wide mahogany desk.
He was boiling with furry and so was his wolf, Trump. Why couldn’t his daughte
