Harper's POV
I woke up to my phone buzzing on the nightstand, it was my alarm. I grabbed the phone and quickly swiped to turn off the annoying alarm and that's when I saw the text I had received one hour ago.
It was from my father.
'Harper, get to my office. Now.' Collins Matias, summoning me like I was one of his pack lackeys.
No hello, no good morning, no how are you. Typical Father.
I sat up, rubbing my eyes. What's this about? Why does he need to see me?
I tossed the phone aside, muttering curses under my breath.
Fine. Whatever. I threw on jeans and a hoodie, not bothering with anything else. The pack house was quiet as I slipped down the halls.
I reached his office door and my hand hovered over the knob when I heard voices inside, I stopped cold.
They were heated, angry
