Chanel sat nervously in the grand sitting room of the Alpha’s estate. The high ceilings and ornate decor only added to the weight of the moment. Across from her, Alpha Victor and Luna Cassandra listened intently, their expressions a mixture of concern and curiosity.
Alpha Victor leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes narrowing as he considered her words. He radiated authority, his presence demanding respect even in silence. Luna Cassandra, on the other hand, sat forward, her gaze fixed on Chanel with a warmth that was both encouraging and intense.
“You’re saying you think you’re the White Wolf?” Alpha Victor’s voice was calm, but there was an edge of disbelief.
Chanel swallowed hard. She had rehearsed this moment over and over in her head, but now that it was here, the words felt heavi
