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The meeting hall was packed to the brim with many of the remaining Alphas who had opted to remain behind for the celebrations. Champagne flowed freely as did soothing Jazz music that was a perfect background for the conversations all around. Rhys seemed to be in his element as he engaged many of those who approached, each of the Alphas with one request/inquiry or the other.
I could not help but be in awe of his efficiency as he enagaged each and every single person who approached him, listening aptly before giving relevant replies. He was certainly not the man who he had been a few hours before, a man filled with lust and desire.
No, now he was Lord Rhys Hayden, the Lord of the Northern Territory and contender to the throne of the Werewolf King. Learning that had sent shivers of anxiety through me, appalled by the great position he held in our world. Everything seemed to become clearer, most especially the great respect he garnered from all who were aroun
