Third Person POV
Lucas heard Lena's shrill scream. She sounded like a wounded monkey. He frowned in disgust. He knew Lena was a complete and utter b***h.
He was more concerned about Beryl, whose face was pale. His princess seemed to have been greatly wronged, and it broke Lucas's heart. His wolf whined.
Back when they were dating, he would always hear Lena's squeamish complaints. She was always dissatisfied with this and that. The complaints were endless.
"Lucas, the food isn't fresh enough!"
"Lucas, this maid is so rude! She broke one of my hairs."
"These damn Omegas are polluting the air. I can't breathe."
"Why are there so many people? Why is the food so bad? Why is it so hot here?"
The GraystarPack, like most werewolf Packs, reserved their welfare benefits for high-rankin
