The Alpha King’s bride
His expression smoothed into forced warmth, the corners of his lips pulling up.
“Alora,” he said, voice fake sweet. “You’re home.”
I swallowed hard.
Arnold stepped forward, extending his hand with confidence. “My name is Arnold. Alpha of the Blue Moon pack.” His voice carried authority, the kind that filled a room. “I’ve come to introduce myself. Alora is my mate. I wanted to assure her family that she is safe in my care.”
My father’s eyes flickered, stunned, but he shook Arnold’s hand quickly, bowing his head with false respect. “Of course. Please, come in.”