Where's the Alpha

Charlotte's POV

As I was about to sit, I heard his voice, and my head snapped in his direction.

"You actually brought popcorn with you? My room isn't a cinema."

His words sent chills down my spine. After glancing at him, I sat down, wary of his intentions.

I couldn't fully trust him; he wasn't my biological brother, and I had learned not to trust anyone easily.

Without responding, I sat down, and the scene on the television screen captured my attention.

Maidens dressed in different attires were assembled on a field, standing in a queue.

Snowflakes weren't falling on them because they all had fancy umbrellas covering them. It seemed like they were just about to start, which meant I arrived just in time.

Trumpets and other instruments started playing, and the maidens began to dance to the rhythm. I rolled my eyes at the sight.

Each endless line of ladies belonged to different packs, and they wore different attires and had distinct dance patterns.

As I watched and chewed my popcorn, I