Ambrosia POV
A knock on the door summoned us back to the same room we’d already met the elders in. They were arranged much the same as they were the first day, except now there were two more additions to the room: Aurora, and Alpha Aurielle.
Alpha Aurielle held herself properly with her shoulders squared. Her pristine white hair was coiffed behind her head, and she portrayed the expectation of elegance. “Alpha Elijah. It’s been quite a while,” she stood to shake his hand, and even I could tell how tense the two of them were. “This must be your lovely mate. Ambrosia, is it?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, lapsing into formality.
“She’s cute. I’m glad I came, then,” Aurielle returned to her seat. “So, it’s a battle of jurisdiction over the girl, is that right?” she asked, eyes boring into Sap
