Alpha Jacob
Every single person in the room, including the older lords and Alphas, bowed deeply in respect.
The Prince stood tall and imposing, wearing a midnight-blue doublet woven with intricate silver thread. A heavy cloak of pristine white fur cascaded from his broad shoulders, secured at his throat by a massive sapphire brooch shaped like a roaring wolf and moon. Gold embroidery traced his sleeves, demanding authority.
He walked down the line, inspecting each woman. I was the very last one.
When his sharp eyes finally locked onto me, a sudden, primal roar echoed deep within my core. It was an intense, overwhelming sensation.