Beta to Royal Blood
At the pack's anniversary dinner party, the Alpha, Matt White, told us to write down the gifts we wanted. He would make sure every request was fulfilled.
When it was my turn, the newly arrived intern suddenly snatched the paper and pen out of my hands.
"Mr. White works so hard managing the pack. We can't let him spend money on us! You shouldn't write down your dream gift," she said.
I ignored her, grabbed the list back, and calmly wrote down one item: a washing machine.
Peyton immediately flew into a rage and splashed the champagne on the table straight onto me.
"I told you not to write anything down! As a Beta, how can you be so inconsiderate of Mr. White?"
My coat was completely soaked, and I looked utterly disheveled. I couldn't hold back my anger anymore. I flung the list straight at her face without mercy.
She instantly covered her face and screamed, "How dare you hit me! Do you know who my father is? He's the Alpha King! Even Mr. White has to be polite to him. I'll have you kicked out of the pack for laying a hand on me!"
I froze.
I was the Alpha King's biological niece.
My uncle didn't even have a partner, so how would he have a grown daughter?