Tristan's Point of view:
I entered the office where my father was sitting at his desk. I pushed the door to and slumped down onto the couch.
“Hey, dad,” I greeted the Alpha.
“Hi son, are you ok?” He asked as he looked up from his paperwork.
“Na, not really. I'm finding it hard to cope with everything at the moment,” I decided to speak honestly.
“I know son, I saw what you did to your car just now. You know you're paying for them repairs, right?” He questioned but his voice sounded light and not stern, so I chuckled in response then replied,
“Yeah, I know dad.” He stood up from his desk and strolled over to me, then took a seat next to me on the couch.
“Look, son. I know you're struggling right now, but you're going to be the Alpha of this pack in less than a couple of months. You ne
