"Alpha." Hari Stark curtsied before Alpha Hercules, so did his beautiful daughter, Reyne.
Alpha Hercules amusingly smiled. He fed his eyes with a view of Reyne's beautiful facade and her impressive presentation. She respectfully bowed down before him like a lady of a big house. She held her knee-length frock from the sides and expertly curtsied like she had taken a class to master it.
"Mr. Stark, have a seat please. You too, my beautiful girl." Reyne smiled hesitantly; she looked at her father for approval and sat next to him after he gave her a nod of permission.
While her eyes admired the finely designed hall of the alpha's house, the Alpha occupied himself with the job of admiring her.
Hari Stark noticed it. He clenched his jaw tight as frustration grew deep and strong in his chest. His daughter was again presenting herself in a manner she should not. He had warned her, told her to not do anything, but no, Reyne never listened.
She was a stupid teenage girl who needed a hard lesson to be given, for sure.
He awkwardly gazed at Alpha's face with the looks of apologies, "Excuse her, sir, my daughter is…" He took a pause. "... a bit weird." And that caught Reyne hard.
She quickly moved to see her father, and realization hit her. Her face immediately moved to face the ground while she prayed to all the gods and goddesses to save her from her father's anger.