Alpha King Grey.
I watched with pride as my daughter was crowned as the new royal beta. At twenty-one, she was the youngest royal beta in werewolf history.
I was happy, I was proud of her. She held the second most prestigious position in the werewolf hierarchy system.
She was supposed to be happy, but she wasn't. As she stood there, watching as people danced and celebrated her big day, she was secretly wiping tears. Sad tears, to be specific.
I knew why she was sad, and I wanted to help, but I couldn't. It broke me to watch my daughter wallow in pain and sorrow because of love.
I felt helpless and useless. I saw the way she looked at Reagan, with love and desire, and I also saw the look that he gave her. He was also in love with her. My children, from different mothers, were in l
