Councilman Vye walked home with his jaw tight and and his mouth clenched all the way as he walked home. Every step of his radiated his anger.
The moment he crossed the threshold of his house, the first thing he did was call for his daughter as he shouted, "Ramona!"
He watched as she raced down the stairs, still dressed in the dress from the celebration and stood before him, trembling," Yes, Father?"
He stared at her sternly and frowned. She was already twenty-two and losing her youthful beauty. While she was the most beautiful girl in the Stormhold Pack, that Omega who had followed the Prince's was not half as bad looking. If she had a little more meat on her bones, the slave omega would actually be more beautiful... which was not good...especially if... No. He shook off the thought and turned to Ramona, gesturing, "Sit."
