RAYNE
The dining room of the Alpha mansion was strangely quiet tonight.
The crystal chandeliers cast an expensive glow over a table set with silver trays and bone china.
For a species that looked down on humans as nothing more than slaves, they certainly loved our culture.
They copied everything. The fine linens, the delicate seasoning of the roasted duck, the vintage wine that had likely been cellared by human hands. All of it.
I sat between Luna Selene and an empty chair, picking at a baked carrot and feeling the weight of the silk corset sundress I’d chosen.
It was a light cream color, feminine and soft, with my brown hair curled to frame my face. I looked like a lady again. Feels like it's been years since I got all dressed up like this.
Reid sat at the head of the table, shi
