Timothy's POV

The family dinner is a disaster from the moment I walk through the door. Dad's still seething about the game, Mom's trying to keep the peace, and the Wintermoon delegation looks like they're reconsidering the entire alliance.

Sophia sits across from me, her hair perfectly styled despite the late hour. She's beautiful in that cold, untouchable way that seems to be required for Alpha daughters. Everything about her screams perfection, from her designer dress to her flawless ...