I intentionally chose a car that matched our aesthetic. You know the type—sleek, powerful, and built to turn heads. When the engine roared to life, I stepped on the gas, and we tore down the road, speeding through the streets without a single stop until we reached the council building.
The moment we arrived, the entire council—elders, officials, and high-ranking members—were already lined up at the grand entrance, waiting for my arrival. Their heads were bowed, their hands clasped in perfect formality, ready to greet their Alpha.
But little did they know, I hadn’t come alone.
The guards swiftly moved to open my door, and as expected, the council members lifted their heads, waiting for me to pass through. But instead of striding past them, I turned around, much to their visible confusion
