Chapter Sixty One - Rowan's P.o.V

Black cars were lining up at the gates before breakfast had even begun with their pack crests flashing on polished doors.

The sight of them all clamouring to sell their daughters for a rise in status sickened me, but I didn’t really have much choice. This was something that I had to put up with to appease both the nobles and the council until I had figured out what I was going to do.

I knew time was running out though, and for now, buying time was all I could do.

Jeremiah adjusted his cuffs beside me and the man hired as the protocol master held the ledger like the book was holy, his chin high, waiting for my nod.

“Begin,” I said.

The doors swung open and families poured in. Alpha’s with daughters dressed in outfits designed to show off their figure, enhancing their assets and covering their flaws, glittering with a vast array of designer jewelry to flaunt their wealth. Mothers carried smiles sharp enough to cut and fathers scanned for new opportunities like hunters stalking open grou