Third person POV
The sun had barely climbed over the tree line when Alpha Rowland’s car rolled to a slow halt before the tall wrought iron gates of Alpha Baron’s territory. The air was fresh, carrying the faint scent of pine and blooming marigolds from the gardens that framed the main road. It had been months since Rowland last set foot here, and though the purpose of this visit was joyous, his mind couldn’t help but churn with the matters he’d left back home.
The guards stationed at the gate bowed respectfully before signaling for the heavy gates to swing open. Rowland’s convoy moved forward, the vehicles gliding over the cobbled path that led toward the grand courtyard. Even before the engines came to a stop, he spotted Baron himself standing on the front steps of the packhouse, his ta
