Alaric’s POV
The pack elders are still in town and are eager to meet with me. I’m not sure why I thought I would find some resistance with them, perhaps because my plan lacks any true timeline, yet when I walk into that hotel banquet room that has been arranged as a meeting room space, they all stand to excitedly greet me in turn.
“Such wonderful news, Alpha,” one of them says.
“We are so proud of you,” says another.
“I haven’t done anything yet,” I say.
“Nonsense,” they reply. “You are pursuing the lost princess of BloodyMoon pack!”
“Has she accepted your advances yet, Alpha?” another asks. “After that dance at the gala, I’m sure there are wedding bells in your future.”
“Oh! And heirs!” chimes in another.
“She has not accepted yet,” I tell them. “I am still pursuing her.”
“Well,
