Alpha John "John, where are you coming from?" my mother asked as I walked back into the grand foyer. It featured high ceilings, grand staircases, and impressive architectural features and decor, such as chandeliers and large art pieces of my parents, my brothers, and me. "Mom," I groaned and caught sight of Julian and James at the dining table. The guests had all left the house, and night had fallen. "I went to check on something," I lied, avoiding her eyes. "Why do I feel like you're not telling me the truth?" Mom said, her voice bubbling with excitement. "Anyway, I have good news for you," she added, and I scowled. "What's the good news, Mom?" I asked her, and she said, "Come over; let's sit at the dining table to talk before we have dinner. It's getting late." "Alright, Mom," I said before following her to join my brothers at the dining table, where they sat discussing with our father, Alpha Sunny. "So, John, your dad and I have decided that you pick a chosen mate, since you
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