"You actually came." The woman at the bottom of the stairs crosses her arms over her busty chest. The spaghetti strap navy dress she wears has a slit in the skirt, revealing a slender leg as she shifts her hips to the side. Her long black hair is in a decorated braid that hangs over her shoulder, and the three inch heels on her feet are thin enough to stab someone in the eye if she ever decided to stomp on them. Which is very likely to happen based on her past actions. "Mother will be pleased."
Zander frowns down at her from where he stands at the top. Her intimidating alpha aura is thick in the air, the burnt sour scent making his nostrils burn. His instincts scream at him to release his own pheromones and force her to submit and stop challenging him. Being a dominant alpha, Zander will always be the one at the top of the power chain. However, he didn't want to make the confrontation any worse than it already is."Reign it in, Zalia." He snaps at her instead.
