#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.” I handed him my coat, suddenly glad I’d chosen to wear one of my better dresses for the occasion—a delicate blush pink silk that nipped in at the waist and fell to my ankles, just barely showing off my strappy heels. I’d left my hair down, the waves falling past my shoulders. Elijah wore a crisp button-down tucked into the trousers I’d made for him for the feast. The butler led us through the entrance hall, past paintings of stern-looking ancestors and mounted animal heads. Richard was waiting for us in the sitting room. A fire cr