The Alpha King opened the door and welcomed us in. His room was warm and comfortable. It held a sitting area, dining space, kitchenette, and powder room in the main portion, with a bedroom and a full closet and a bathroom off to the side. I could tell he watched us earlier from the window in the sitting area, as it was still partially open with the decorative curtains dancing in the breeze. The room was still country chic like the rest of the packhouse. Stained woods, fresh flowers, with mostly earthy greens, blues, and whites.
He crossed to the kitchenette, taking off a fresh pot of coffee. His presence was heavy. Even though he looked physically like he wasn’t in the best shape, he still demanded respect and submission. He had ruled the kingdom for decades, but without his mate, his me
