PIPER’S POV.
I knocked on the Packhouse, and when the door opened, it wasn’t who I was expecting to see. Neither the housemaid nor the triplets were there. Instead, it was the last person I expected: the Alpha. He was just as they had described him—tall, huge, with an aura that made you want to obey every word he said, but he also had a dark glare in his eyes.
“What do you want?” he asked, glaring at me.
I cleared my throat, struggling to find my voice. “Uhm…I… I want to speak with your sons, Hunter and Jayden,” I replied.
The Alpha frowned, eying me up and down. “Are you one of their little playthings? I didn't realize they go for muscular girls now,” he said.
This time, a small frown formed on my face. “I’m neither your son's plaything nor do I appreciate boys who have no respect fo
