“In your absence, she handled everything like a perfect Luna or, say Alpha,” Ambrose said when Theodore reached near him to have all the updates about Black Council when he wasn’t there.

“Hmm.”

“I hope you don’t mind me calling her ‘Alpha’ because she has more qualities of becoming an Alpha than you possess,” Ambrose said again and observed Theodore’s expression, which was a little tense. It looked like something else was going on in his mind. “Jealous?”

“Of Lia?” Theodore asked, to which he nodded his head. “Nah. I’m above all this, Ambrose. I was never power-hungry, nor I’m now. It doesn’t matter whether she becomes the future Alpha...