Luther's POV
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6:55 pm, Carrington Manor. Ashville city
He stepped out of the white Rolls-Royce first, snapping his neck. Before him was a five-storey manor oozing grandeur, swallowed by a cold, starry night.
It was painted white and had marble pillars that shone under the soft, golden light of fancy-looking lamp posts. The manor itself was isolated from most of Ashville, the compound surrounded by a small forest reserve greener than most city parks.
Leading up to the manor was a large tarred driveway, a huge black gate sealing the structure away from outsiders.
Just the right amount of "too much" for an Alpha King who wasn't even from this continent.
Sighing, he adjusted his white suit, turning around the car. He opened the car door for his date—Lysandra, grabbing her outstretched hand and helping her step out.
She wore a form-fitting, handless cream gown, a Birkin clutched in one hand while the other reapplied lipstick.
