The dining hall of the grand mansion glowed warmly with the evening lights. Olivia sat quietly at the table, her fingers wrapped around the stem of her wine glass. Across from her, Camilla spoke animatedly, gesturing with her perfectly manicured hands as she discussed pack matters. Cade was gulping down a huge piece of steak; he was truly a wolf !
Asher sat besides Olivia, talking with his mother. And then there was Alpha Richard—sitting at the head of the table, barely contributing to the conversation.
Olivia often wondered: Alphas were supposed to be the rulers of their packs—strong, dominant, feared, and respected. Richard was nothing like that. It was Camilla who was running the show. She wondered why he seemed so submissive.
Rumours had circulated for years. Richard had been seriou
