As soon as Alpha Richard's face became familiar, I started to snap out of a trance I did not notice I was in. Bertram's face too shifted into someone familiar. I perked up my lips in disgust as I realized who this was. My brain was not able to comprehend how the two were even related. I stared into oblivion for a while before I was snapped back to reality after hearing Richard's voice.
"You are a peasant." Alpha Richard accused, with a disgusted look plastered on his face. Stacey looked down in shame upon hearing his accusation, unable to deny it. For a second, I my heart clenched. I felt bad for her.
"Yes, my lord. You, sadly, do not get to choose who your mate is." Bertram sympathized, wearing the fakest face he could master.
"What is your name?" He demanded.
"Stacey." Her voice
