74. Ayr

The outskirts of my packhouse found itself transformed into the unofficial Kallio waiting room for a full morning.

Over a dozen idiotic Alpha’s and their entourages left waiting for the bridge. A gaggle of carriages, velvet, furs, capes, and jewels. All ready to make an impression on Elle.

All waiting for the bridge to drop.

Seated on Pepper, worrying about my cannonball and her schemes, I had minor Beta’s mindlinking all the overheard insults as different packs passed through.

Declaring Volare deserves razing to the ground. A shame they have a degenerate Alpha in charge.

Well they are all in for a shock.

Men like the aged, grey, Alpha Silas quivering under ten layers of blankets openly scowled, refusing to meet my gaze. Alpha Ricardo had not fetched any of his teenage daughters.

Luna Jacintha sat tall on her white horse, inviting stares and surprise with triumph, long silk sleeves trailing down her horses shoulders.

She did not acknowledge me, turning her nose up. Enjoying th