A Grave Insult

The golden trolley with the alcohol bottles and glasses was parked before the couch of the Alpha and the Luna. The maids bowed at the two. Max paced toward the trolley and then announced, "Now it's time to celebrate, all!"

All the werewolf attendants were all praises for Max's achievement. While Max was glancing at the boisterous crowd through his squinty eyes brimming with happiness, he could hear a soft voice from beside.

"Sir, here's your drink!" said the maid politely.

Max saw a maid, holding the glass for him. Her head was low out of respect. Max shook his head and said, "I shouldn't be the first to mark the victory."

With that, Max took the drink from the maid's hands.

He forwarded the glass to Elizabeth and flashed a smile as he said, "Please have this drink, my Luna!"

Elizabeth was scared and glanced at John who had his gaze frozen on the floor. She was reluctant to have the drink but on her son's resistance, she couldn't help but grab the glass with her shivery hands and pas