Ruthless Fate Alpha s Queen 1

Mr. James stood beside me at the long conference family table, his presence a pillar of strength and authority. He was my uncle, my father's dominie elder family. As I stepped into the room, the eyes of my wolf family fixated on me with an intensity that made it hard to draw breath.

The air filled with pressure, its weight tensing around me like a vise. The conference room, a sanctuary of power and influence, housed a congregation of distinguished individualities, all intricately connected to our redoubtable lineage. Renowned for their dominance and strategic prowess, they commanded respect far and wide.

Each member held an unyielding determination, a hot hunger for success that burned within their soul. The conference room was adorned with substance, its walls dressed in dark wood paneling and adorned with pictures of our ancestors. The air was heavy with the scent of power, mingling with a tincture of query. The room was dimly lit, casting long murk that sounded to dance in tandem with the fluttering night. She's a Japanese witch, said Alice my stepfather's woman.

She killed my hubby and is now over to kill everyone differently in this pack, transferring her back to the Japanese curse family clans. Her face displayed a profound mixture of wrathfulness and abomination aimed directly at me. I could not believe what I was hearing, and it took me a moment to gather myself and respond with a shaky voice," I'm not a witch, and I didn't kill my father. Please do not call me similar names." As her blameworthiness echoed through the room, pressure-filled the air.