#Chapter 228: Bird of Prey

Hannah The scent of roasted meats and freshly baked bread wafted through the air, mingling with the perfumes and colognes of the attendees. My new crown, though light, felt heavy and unfamiliar around my head as I took my seat. My throne overlooked the feast reveling below me. Guests swirled around the dance floor to the string quartet playing on the stage. The table in front of me was laden with roast pig and venison and glistening vegetables, but I didn’t have much of an appetite. Even if I did, I wouldn’t have had much time to eat. Because the line of people waiting to pay their respects to their new Alpha was literally trailing out the door. Viona settled into the seat beside me, her black gown swishing around her ankles as she got comfortable. “I still can’t believe this is real,” she whispered, leaning in. I smiled, about to respond when the first group approached the dais: a family consisting of a father, a mother, and two teenagers. They all bowed