When we arrive at the house, I go straight to Grandpa’s office door. Ignoring that it’s currently closed, I go directly inside. “We need to talk.”
“Layla, can this wait?” Grandpa’s calm demeanor in the face of my clear agitation just makes me more angry, but I’m vaguely aware that it’s probably part of what makes him a good alpha.
“No, it can’t, because Mom has plans to use me as…” I sputter, looking for the right words, then blurt out “breeding stock!” After my outburst, I realize that I should be calmer. Grandpa is sitting with Dan and someone I vaguely recognize from seeing them around the house.
Alex has followed me into the office, but hasn’t shifted back again. He bows his head down to Grandpa and Dan and tells them, “We went to the diner and saw Al and Anna.”
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