Chapter 3: The Alpha Prince’s Arrival
The house was modest, a typical human dwelling in Picmeria, and Alpha Caspian hardly spared it a glance as he followed the man of the house inside.
The air smelled of cooked meat and faintly of lavender-scented polish, a futile attempt to mask something underlying.
"Welcome welcome, alpha prince...Please sit."
Caspian moved with quiet authority, unbuttoning his jacket as he was invited to sit.
The furniture was sturdy but worn, and he sank into a chair with a controlled grace that seemed almost out of place in the unremarkable room.
Across from him, Sally sat stiffly, trying to catch his gaze and when his gaze finslly landed on her, her posture exaggerated as she tried to show off the curve of her chest.
Her red-painted lips stretched into a grin that didn’t quite meet her eyes, and her heavily powdered face gleamed under the light.
Caspian blinked resisting the urge to recoil.
Sally then twirled a strand of smooth, brown hair, her gaze fixed on him with an unsettling intensity.