Alpha Lennox's POV
Sounds of cries and whispers filled the air as members of the pack paid their respects to my father at his grave. Olivia’s Mother was the loudest among them as she sat beside Father’s tomb, receiving flowers and tributes from the people. Meanwhile, my brother and I stood in a corner, with two guards in front of us, stopping people from approaching us to offer condolences. One thing my brothers and I hated the most was hearing the word “sorry,” and we made sure the pack members understood that.
Moments later, we noticed our fiancées walking towards us. Since they were our fiancées, the guards stepped aside. Benita, my fiancée, stood beside me with a worried look on her face.
“Are you okay?” she asked, and all I did was nod. I wasn’t in a good mood, and it wasn’t just b
