The silence in the dinner room was wonderful. Finally, they did not bore him with their useless chatter. Was it so hard to cater to the welfare of the people?
Even as the Alpha of an entire race, the difficulty was a welcome challenge, but all they did was whine, complain, and ask for more funds and resources.
Saint Industries still thrived even if it had been a while since he had visited. The last visit was six months ago. He would have to go again soon.
Yet, those were the last things on my mind. The bond sang, happily, victorious as Chloe sat by his side. Even beside her, the bite mark of last night was stark against her white skin. It was magnificent and beautiful. The mark he gave her last time took the shape of a butterfly, but this time, it shifted into a dragon.
