(Xander's POV) "Greetings, Alpha Xander Roland. Happy 27th birthday to you," Wise One Jeffrey said. He wore a red top, black trousers, and a pair of black shoes. He was a tall, slender, brown-skinned man with long black hair that fell behind his back. "What brings you here, Wise One?" I asked him, irritated to see him, and he smiled. "Alpha Xander, I am here to give you the same warning that I gave to your father twenty-four years ago. Do not make the same mistake and crown the wrong woman as your Luna. Find your real mate and do what's right," he said, before he turned around and left the banquet hall. After hearing what Wise One Jeffrey said, hushed mutterings echoed in the banquet hall. Quincy hastily pulled her right hand away from mine and ran out of the hall. I chased after her. "Wait, Quincy!" I called her name, but she kept running. I gave chase, caught her arm, and pulled her into a warm hug. "Why didn't you stop when I asked you to?" I asked, holding her arms firmly. Q
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