CHAPTER 62

The meeting had finally come to an end and the only thing that was heard was laughter, clicking of forks and knives.

"How did you become an Alpha king at such a young age?" Fiona asked Alpha Dickson out of the blue.

Alpha Dickson chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he looked at Fiona.

The grand hall was filled with the merriment of the successful meeting, but her question caught his attention. He took a sip of his wine before answering.

"Well, Fiona," he began, leaning back in his chair, "it's a combination of factors. Firstly, I was fortunate to be born into a lineage of strong leaders. My ancestors were renowned for their wisdom and strategic prowess, which laid a solid foundation for me."

He paused for a moment, watching the others engrossed in their conversations. The sounds of cutlery against porcelain plates filled the air once again.

"But simply having a prestigious lineage isn't enough," Alpha Dickson continued.

"I had to prove myself worthy of the title. From a you