Maeve The Alpha of Greenbriar was not what I was expecting. I was standing on the platform at the train station, a red cotton frock with puffy shoulder straps draped over my figure and my hair loose and tumbling down my back. It was the only thing I could find in my closet that would be appropriate for the occasion and not shrivel in the intense, muggy heat. But the Alpha of Greenbriar and his sister stepped off the train in incredibly formal attire, the man himself dressed in a jet-black evening suit with emerald green embroidery along the stitching of his jacket, and his sister wore a matching black dress with heels that made her nearly as tall as myself. I’swallowed, feeling suddenly naked in my simple dress. My only solace was the fact that they were both sweating and were visibly uncomfortable in the sweltering heat. The Alpha stepped forward, and I extended my hand, expecting a handshake. He took my hands and kissed my knuckles, lingering a few seconds too long for it to be an appropriate gesture. I felt a shiver of unease shoot up from the base of my spine, and I stole a glance at the woman behind him, who rolled her eyes and looked away as she reached up to dab a handkerchief along her glistening brow. “Alpha Julian,” he said as he straightened, his icy blond hair cut short and immaculately styled. His gray eyes flitted to the side toward the woman behind him. “My wife and Luna, Opaline.” Opaline was aptly named, I thought, as I looked at her and nodded in greeting. She looked like an opal with her milky white skin. She had the same icy blonde hair and gray eyes, which gave me a bit of a start as I looked from the Alpha to the Luna. They could’ ve been identical twins with their matching, delicate bone structure and thin, sharp mouths. Had Alpha Julian really said she was his wife and not his sister? I bit the inside of my lip, thankful that Aaron wasn’t here. He most definitely would have said something inappropriate. I would, however, tell him all about it later. The tour itself was easy enough. Alll had to do was point to things as the sleek but small convertible town car made its way slowly up the street. Villagers had stopped to stare at us as we drove past them at an uncomfortable crawl. Opaline was uninterested in everything, keeping her eyes forward. Alpha Julian, on the other hand, was more interested in the vehicle than the old buildings leading up to the castle, his long, white fingers touching everything from the fabric of the seats to the red finish of the outside of the car. “Are there many vehicles here and in Mirage?” he asked, a strange lilt to his voice I wasn’t familiar with. Greenbriar was a southern pack, and relatively new, one of those packs that formed shortly after the war over two decades ago.copy right hot novel pub