Chapter 20

Margaret and Isabella stood before Harold, the alpha of their pack with fear in their eyes, Harold had always given the impression of a very weak and frail werewolf due to his sickness but the aura wafting off him made them forget that he was sick. It was at that moment, they remembered that he was still their alpha despite him being sick.

“What exactly happened where you both went to”? Harold asked, leaning forward to glare at them

“Well…we…got…” Margaret said, shaking in fright.

“Speak coherently”! Harold snapped.

“Yes Alpha”. Margaret replied, snapping at attention. “We got the dowry from king Dean.” She replied.

“And?” Harold asked, raising an eyebrow.

“We came back”. Margaret replied with a forced smile.

Hearing that, Harold relaxed into his chair with his eyes turning to glare at Isabella. “so nothing happened in the pack that is worth talking to me about”? He asked

“Well, we might have…” Isabella began.

“Nothing happened alpha”. Margaret said, interrupting Isabella.

Harold sta