*Liam*
“You rang for me, my Alpha?"
Standing at the window in my library, sipping my scotch, I watch as twilight creeps over the gardens. I'm going to miss the quiet, miss not slamming into memories every time I turn a corner. For hours, I had roamed the familiar hallways of my youth, remembering a few times worth savoring.
My mother spritzing me with her perfume, tickling me until I laughed and begged her to stop. My father tying thread around my first loose tooth, securing one end of it to a doorknob, then slamming the door closed, jerking out the tooth in the process. Patting me on the shoulder. “Good lad. You will do well as an Alpha.”
And I never again told my father when I felt a tooth beginning to wobble. Then no longer having the opportunity to tell him.
“We’re taking up resid
