"Hudson Roly... Alpha of the Dusk Moon pack..." I stated the name of the next Alpha I was about to kill. I returned my gaze to my father, who looked at me with that frigid stare. "This should consider as done, Papa." I smiled, an empty one before I curtsied before him.

No emotions.

We, the Cantavalle children, were not supposed to have that.

Having emotions would make someone weak.

"I am expecting good news after 90 days, Dominixe. Now, scoot."

"Failure is never in my vocabulary, Papa. You have taught me well." I curtsied before him. I raised my head, seeing that he was pleased with my words.

After...