#Chapter 492: The Hundred-Year Feud

Nina “Nina, Enzo. Please, come in.” Enzo and I exchanged a wary glance with each other before we stepped into my father’s study. He was sitting behind his massive mahogany desk, leaning back in his leather chair with one leg crossed widely over the other. Hardly a moment ever passed when I wasn’t reminded of my father’s Alpha King status. He was certainly born for the role, with a tall height, muscular frame and a regal appearance about him. But something about him today seemed different. Despite his confident stature, he seemed almost… sheepish when he looked me in the eyes. It almost felt as if whatever he had to tell us was information that he wasn’t easily giving up. “Sit,” he said. “Tea? Coffee?” “Coffee would be good,” Enzo said with a slight laugh as he rubbed his hand over the back of his neck. “Say no more.” My father waved his hand and a servant almost seemed to materialize out of the corner. She poured us two steaming hot cups of coffee; I wasn’t really