Abel
Dad and I went to the deli across the street from the packhouse for lunch. I order myself a sandwich and one for Janelle. After we get our food, we find a seat off to the side to eat. “Why are you keeping something from me? I ask my dad. “You asked me to be your Beta, yet you are keeping things from me.”
“Only this, son and it’s not that big of a deal.” My dad answers between mouthfuls of food. “She’ll fill you in on the way there.”
“She’s my mate,” I growl.
“I’m well aware of that, but the way you spoke to her in there tells me another side to the story.” My dad says calmly. “Do you trust Janelle?” He asks.
“She’s my mate, of course I do.”
“Forget that she’s your mate for a second here. Really think about that answer. Do you trust her?” He stresses.
“What is the point of your
