Alpha Lorenzo
Her hands were soft, but her grip was firm and confident, like any Alpha’s.
“I’m Victoria Bia... Greco,” I corrected myself with a sigh that came out way too natural. “And this is my mother, Antonella Bianchi.”
Mom nodded politely, but I knew that look, the distrust in it, as she sized up my mate’s “partner.”
Mom sat beside the Matriarch, and honestly, I wanted to sit across from her, anywhere but wedged between Lorenzo and his little friend.
“Don’t worry about the formalities, stay in your plac...”