Lucian's POV
We reached the council hall. When we stepped out of the car, unfortunately that bitch had arrived at the same time, Lyla Ashridge.
The old hag, covered in layers of makeup to hide her sickly appearance, turned to us the moment she saw us and came to stand in front of us.
She smirked as she gazed at us all and then settled her eyes on her son.
"You should have listened to me when I asked you nicely. But you avoided me, my messages, calls, even meeting me and made me go to your Alpha," she said with a mocking tone, "But sadly your always so smart Alpha didn't understand me as well. So it's your fault that you all are dragged here at the council, and our private matter would be public. Everyone will know how you have to bow in front of your mother whether you want it or not."
"You are not my mother," Roman said, barely containing his anger.
