Alpha Farrell’s Pov
I stood on the balcony behind the house, watching Daemon and Damian play in the field, running around their mother.
“It’s been six years already,” Ora said from inside me, watching the children through my eyes. Daemon had his mother’s blonde hair while Damian had thick dark hair that bounced along as he chased his brother.
“Six years with nothing happening,” I said, leaning on the railing to continue watching.
“Looks like your gamble paid off,” Ora mentioned, reminding me of the union that occurred between Silver Rose's pack and Lockhart’s pack.
“Aren’t you glad it paid off? No wars, just the normal spies, trying to gain information about us. That much we could handle to a full extent without wasting much of our manpower,” I said to mock Ora's bet.
“Every year yo
