French Alphabet Lore Comic Studio Novels & Stories

Trista’s POV “Monsieur Alpha Liam,” the man said, reaching for Liam’s hand. He took Liam’s hands in his and shook them. Then he leaned in and air kissed Liam on either cheek. “Tres wonderful! I am Alpha Lemone, of the Dove Song Pack in France. We are so honored to be here.” “Ahem,” the girl beside him said, batting her eyelashes at Liam.

Harry and Till swallowed loudly as the dwarf opened a door, and the delicious smell of stewed meat reached their nostrils. The dwarf turned and gave him a wry smile. "American ration or French cuisine, my Loulou?" "Loulou?" the young Alpha asked before correcting her. "My name is Harry." "Yes, that means little wolf. Only seniors our age use it these days, and it's so much better than Harry!" she grumbled. The young Alpha was utterly unsettled. He didn't know what to say or do and just nodded. The dwarf served him a generous amount of food.

We get out of the car, and the doors to the house open, and a big man who can only be the Alpha comes out. “King Logan, Welcome to France and to La Meute Fantôme (the phantom pack). I have rooms ready for you all.” Alpha Louis says. “Alpha, thank you for your hospitality and your help. Your Beta has talked highly of you,” Logan says as the two men shake hands. “It is my pleasure.” Alpha Louis says and then leads us inside.