Chapter 2: Seek And Find A Bride
Sally’s father, Robert, stood outside, his posture rigid with nervous energy, the cool night air clinging to his skin like leather. He adjusted the hem of his jacket for the third time, his fingers trembling slightly.
The rumble of the sleek black car’s engine had barely died when the back door opened with a deliberate, measured grace.
Alpha Prince Caspian stepped out.
He was a vision of power wrapped in impeccable elegance. His tall frame seemed carved from stone, the sharp lines of his suit tailored to perfection, accentuating his broad shoulders and lean build.
His black hair gleamed under the moonlight, slicked back with a precision that seemed effortless, though every detail about him screamed control.
His face was almost too handsome to look at directly, angular cheekbones, a strong jaw, and lips was set in a neutral line that hinted at authority rather than kindness.
But it was his eyes that struck the hardest: dark piercing red, like blood on a black sheet, holding a predatory glint that made men avert their gaze and women’s breaths catch.
Though his movements were graceful, almost human, there was no mistaking what he was.
A werewolf. The alpha prince of the only pack in Picmeria.
Everyone knew his name. Everyone knew his power.
"Welcome to our humble abode, Alpha Prince Caspian," Robert said, his voice thick with deference.