Selene POV As we sat, crammed on the antique chesterfield couch that sat in the corner of the Alpha's chambers, I took a moment to scan my surroundings. An Alpha's chambers were designed to radiate power. This was done by both design and furnishing. The room had one entry and exit point, and the Alpha's desk faced the entry directly. In the corner, a large, open fire sat crackling away— a beverage tray sitting nearby, adorned with expensive Irish whiskey. The chesterfield, where we were seated, ran along the opposite wall. In the mortal realm, even where werewolves were concerned, money and possessions were symbols of power and Alpha Donal's chambers were exactly that. Finally, having had enough of being wedged between my sister and my mate, I stood up, causing the Alpha who had been perched at his desk, eyeing some kind of correspondence with a furrowed brow to finally break his concentration and look our way.
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