Fiora's POV
"Alpha Brynmor, are you sure you don't want to discuss everything with your father first? Maybe he has a reason why he did what he did?"
Alpha Brynmor shook his head as he took me by the hand to continue walking towards Grandma Celeste's house.
"We have nothing more to talk about, Fiora. What he did was disgusting, period. He's doing all this just for his own personal gain and it's very annoying," Alpha Brynmor retorted.
I lowered my head. It seemed that discussing Alpha Devlin at this time was not the right time. Alpha Brynmor had just remembered about everything and he must have felt very disappointed with what his father had done to us. After all, it was his father who had deprived him of his moment to see our son grow up.
Arriving at Grandma Celeste's house
