The Alpha King's Secret

POV: Selah

I followed Blair's sickeningly sweet act inside the grand foyer. The heavy oak doors clicked shut behind us, sealing me into the very place I had been thrown out of three years ago. The polished marble floor clicked beneath my boots, a stark contrast to Blair's light, prancing steps.

My father, Desmond, stood at the base of the sweeping staircase. He wore a sharply tailored navy suit,