The following afternoon in the residence buzzed.
Loud footsteps echoed as maids emerged from every corner, pushing trolleys of food.
This wasn't because the residence had many guests. It was mostly because a certain Alpha had carefully handpicked the women she found beautiful and had them sunbathing in the front yard with her.
Because of this, the kitchen was understaffed, and maids doing other chores had to chip in one way or another.
The seven brothers from Rune sat across from her, sunbathing as she requested.
"Why exactly do we have to do this?" Pein, as expected, was the first to voice out his discomfort.
Nyxara tilted her head to the side, supporting it with her left hand as she ran her left hand up the back of the maid in front of her.
"Because, at the end of the day, your father only needs one of you to become Alpha. I don't think he'd want to go against my Fangs Pack simply because I sent him the six scrawny heads of his sons."
