Alpha Geralt.
This was just how Perrin looked down on me when we were married. Her mate would show up from nowhere, and she would demand that I stand and give them some privacy. For someone who was protecting his marriage, I stood quietly and left until I couldn't stand the disrespect any longer.
Now that she showed up, did she have a spy who told her of my whereabouts? She couldn't have been here all by herself when her so-called mate doesn't even look after her.
Her glare went from Unity back to me, and then she burst into her normal, bitter laughter. “Is that it, Geralt? You have your secretary look down on me?”
“I do not need privacy with you. So if you have anything to say, go ahead, and I'm all ears. Is my daughter okay?” I stated, watching and waiting for her to start her reaso
