Alpha Asher
"I'll marry Thelia."
Luna Camilla's eyes gleamed with triumph, though she kept her expression composed. "And where are you going this time?" she asked, her tone almost conversational, as if they were discussing the weather.
"Alaska," Asher replied, setting his untouched coffee cup down on the table. "For the mine acquisition."
"Alaska," his mother repeated thoughtfully, her gaze searching his face. "I see. Well, don't stay away too long, Asher. We have much to prepare for."