If you’d asked me last week if I wanted to see Alpha Elias absolutely reaming my dad and stepmother, I would have eagerly nodded with a grin on my face. I would have said nothing in the world would make me happier, and it would have been the truth.
However, I was actually starting to get a little worried.
At the start of the drive back to my home, Elias had been quiet, stewing, evidently. About fifteen minutes in, he’d started ranting about everything he’d found out because of his time with me. The mistreatment of mates, the abuse of power, the manipulation.
He went on and on about how horrible it all was, how much it pissed him off. How could my dad treat his wife, his mate like that? Something had to be wrong with him, he said. And who the hell even was my stepmother, he wanted to k
