The palace

Laura's point of view:

I spent my entire life believing that our alpha packhouse was the biggest house my eyes would ever see.

Well, that's a lie, a huge lie.

I could not stop gasping the moment my eyes met the marvelous palace I was standing by its gates.

I shifted my gaze from the place to my mate, whom I still don't even know his name.

"Where are we?" I wondered, and with a smirk on his face, he answered.

"Home, Wolfie..."

My head started spinning around as realization started hitting me as hard as it could. Then I remembered what my mom had told me the day of the run when I was still in my room.

"...Some people even claim that the alpha king would take part in the ritual this year..."

Her voice kept repeating inside my head, creating a wave of uncertainties and doubts. Until I could hold it no more.

"What's your name?" I questioned him while wishing the claims my mother told me about were anything but true.

"Damien..." He started, but another loud gasp escaped from me, w