From the Journal of Lucian Langdon
Few came to the old Alpha’s funeral. Until that moment I had not realized what it had cost him to take me in, to announce to the world that I, the suspected murderer of his second son, was in fact his grandson and heir.
A week after his passing, I attended a ball. I knew it was in bad form, that when one is in mourning one does not attend affairs that exhibit gaiety. But I also knew that men, especially Alphas, were often forgiven for not adhering to the strictures of society.
Besides, I had a point to make. I wanted no one to doubt that I was taking my place as the old Alpha’s successor.
I remember little about the ball except that from the moment I began descending the stairs, I regretted that I had come. People stared at me as though I were an unus
