Chapter 220 The Wife

• Agnes
• Richard’s estate was exactly what I expected from an Alpha who valued tradition above all else—grand, stately, and dripping with old money. The long driveway was lined with ancient oak trees, and the house itself was a sprawling stone mansion that looked like it belonged on the cover of some magazine or another.
• “Good evening,” the butler said with a slight bow as he greeted us at the door. “Alpha Richard is expecting you.”