Celeste's POV

“Why did you invite us all to your home, Alpha?” Gamma Silas asked, his brows knitted.

“Did something happen?” Delta Sophia straightened her back, placed her hands on her thighs, and her face paled.

“What did you want to tell us, Alpha? You suddenly asked us to come to your house. I can’t even enjoy my breakfast,” complained the youngest elder, who had only been crowned a year ago.

I sat on the single sofa, my sons standing to my right and left. Ever since ...