I stopped walking when a man who's like the wannabe Alpha stepped out. Had it not been for the older look, I would have thought he was the twin of the wannabe Alpha.
Could that be?
“Father.” The Alpha walked past me, and towards his father.
Little wonder.
I mused.
This explains the similarity.
“Son,” the old Alpha closed the gap between them and enveloped his son in a bone-crushing hug.
“Father.” He sounded like a child who has been on holiday for a long time and is now returning from the said holiday.
“Welcome.” He patted his son on his back, before separating himself from the hug. “And who might this young, handsome man be?” He raised a brow at his son.
“Oh,” the Alpha turned to me. “This is the Alpha of the blue moon pack.”
The Alpha of the blue moon pack?
I scoffed. Not co
