Harrison
“Stop slouching, Harrison,” my father scolded me as we stood near the bar at the back of the floating ballroom. It was a pretty incredible venue, even if it was completely designed by magic and didn’t really exist. I stood up straighter, squaring my shoulders to make my father proud. He was always so on edge at events like this. Being an Alpha of one of the largest packs in England was a lot of pressure and he believed that we should always present our best selves at important events, especially in front of the royals. He was a royalist through and through. He had been gifted his pack by Ezra himself ten years ago, so he was one of their most loyal supporters. Learning that I had got into a fight with the Queen’s brother had caused him to almost disown me.
“And over a girl,” h
