Devon
I roll my eyes at the attendant who hands me the latest invitation. Since the wedding, ever since I was announced as the Chosen, really, people have been sending me invitations left and right to attend one formal event or another.
I attended a few of them, but I don’t have as much time these days. As the alpha of a total of fifteen total packs, I have a lot of territory to cover in a very short amount of time.
I’ve allowed each of the packs to return to their former lands, saying that I will recover the land that was formerly my father’s. But each pack is adamant that I remain their true alpha.
Of course, I can’t actually govern that many people at one time. So, I’ve allowed each pack to have a Second who can make decisions on my behalf.
I know it’s confusing, but when a freaking goddess declares you her Chosen, it’s really hard for people to NOT think you’re some supreme being.