Kasteil and Holland were at the Alpha King's residence right now. It was the weekend, and Kasteil had convinced Holland they should come down here for a couple of days.
One thing that Holland was starting to take note of was that Kasteil didn't really like his other house. He didn't like staying there a lot, and anytime he had the chance, he would always come back here. The city apartment was functional. It was small and clean, convenient for late nights—but it felt like a place he tolerated.
The Alpha King residence was different. It was home. Sprawling, ancient in places, modern in others, filled with quiet corners and memories Kasteil never talked about. Holland had started to notice the way Kasteil's shoulders relaxed the moment they drove through the gates, the way his voice softened when he spoke about the stables or the river behind the property. This place mattered to him in a way the town house never would.
