Amelia's POV

Madame Vasquez, the matriarch of the pack, smiled as she held her hand around my arm, leading me to her courtyard. Tea and various cakes were already set on top of a small round table, beautifully adorned inside a small gazebo. The gazebo was laced with a creeping pink rose bush and surrounded by the most exquisite flower garden and mature trees.

"Come, take a seat with me," she says as she pulls me to a seat next to her, ordering a young omega to pour me a cup of ...