Annalynne loved her brother, Lucien, beyond doubt.
She would die a thousand deaths for her brother's sake.
On the other side, Annalynne was also a petty twin sister.
When she heard that Gordon Clearwater had taken the effort to send a birthday gift for Lucien, she only had one question in her mind: "Where is my gift, Dad???"
Pride prevented her from asking the question straightforwardly.
Argh.
The curse of an Alpha. She hated that she had to restrict her speech and actions to conform to an Alpha's supposed refinement and wisdom.
In the end, she didn't ask her father the question, but it took root in her mind.
The Alpha kept brooding over the question all the way to the reception table, but no answers came to her mind.
"Excuse me, I am here to pick up a package," she said, leaning against the reception counter.
"Name, please?" the reception lady asked with a smile.
"Annalynne Clearwater."