Chapter 7: The Dark Alpha Prince
Amelie gazed out of the window as the car rolled through the grand entrance of the Sinclair estate.
But this was no ordinary estate, nothing like the lavish yet predictable homes of other alphas. This was something else entirely, something beyond words.
As the car came to a smooth stop before a sprawling marble mansion, Amelie barely had time to gather her thoughts before the doors were opened. Stepping out, her eyes swept over the scene before her.
Lined up in perfect formation, a row of servants stood with their heads bowed. Their reverence was unsettling, a sight that felt plucked from a forgotten era.
'Are we in old times? Why are they all bowing to him?' she wondered, a flicker of unease creeping into her chest.
"Welcome to my abode, Amelie," Gabriel's deep voice cut through her thoughts, pulling her back to the present. "Shall we go in?" He asked.
Amelie simply nodded and followed Gabriel inside. Settling onto the plush couch, she let her gaze wander over the intricate carvings and towering chandeliers.
"Gabriel," she began, shifting her focus back to him, "I forgot to ask you—which pack do you belong to? Are you the Alpha of your pack?"
Gabriel reached for the glass of water placed on the tray by a waiting servant. "I don't belong to any pack," he answered simply, taking a slow sip.
Amelie frowned. "What? Then... are you from a rogue pack?"
"No." His reply was curt.