I open the car door, and fix myself in the backseat. My lips drag from chin to chin as the driver starts the car and enters the road.
A few more hours into our journey, “Are you that excited?” Alpha Arthur takes a glance at me.
“Hmm!” my head nods and he whiffs in a smile, shaking his head. “I’m glad that you are happy. So what way are we heading?” he questions me.
“My father’s pack.”
“I know we are heading to your father’s pack. Which direction? What is the name of your father’s pack?”
“Oh! I thought you knew about all this before hitting the road.”
“Asking you right now, it’s very obvious that I don’t know where we are heading,” he huffs in a little frustration, and his face etch with a slight frown.
Is he mad right now or what? What did I do wrong? Why does he easily get irritat
