So much time has passed, and my birthday is tomorrow. This means I move into the pack house today.
This is not what I imagined the farewell to my childhood would feel like.
The alphas have been lurking around occasionally, but Solara can scent them out every time. It's embarrassing at this point. Is the mate bond really so strong that they can't mind their own business?
"It is, but the alphas have been finding excuses to be around us." Solara says.
Ugh. As of today, I will be within their reach and come tomorrow. The no touching rule no longer applies. Fvck me.
"I'm sure they would love to fill that request." Solara says, making me reconsider my choice of words.
Nope! I'm going to ignore that.
*knock* * knock*
It's probably Sherry knocking. I open the door and see my father sta
