OCTAVIA'S POV
"Your brother. Where is he? What is he up to at this moment?" Alpha Bjorn asked, his eyes darting around.
"I guess he'll be here soon, in his room," I responded.
"Very well then, you can talk to people and have fun; Nickolai would be happy to show you around. After all, this ball is to celebrate your return home," he explained.
The smile on his face was deeper, and I watched as he walked away, an odd feeling tingling down in my toes.
He never would have cared about me; he wouldn't have bothered if he found out that his son was a bastard, and now he ran off to dead ends. Freya was meant to be a replacement; if he told the truth, she would still remain caged within those walls, drenched in sorrow every passing day.
They were all an unbelievable bunch of hypo
