Bryan’s pov
I knew something ridiculous was coming the moment I smelled my father’s cologne before I even heard his knock.
It was too early. The sun hadn’t fully claimed the sky yet. I was still shirtless, my head buried in a pillow that had just started to feel like peace, when the door creaked open like a death sentence.
“Get up,” came the command I’d grown up resenting.
I groaned, dragging my arm over my eyes. “It’s barely even—”
“We’re riding today,” he cut in flatly. “Alpha Knox and his son are coming over. It’s a show of strength and bonding.”
I rolled to the side and peeked one eye open. “You want me to go out and bond on a horse?”
He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. I could already hear his footsteps fading down the corridor like a ticking time bomb.
Horse riding. With a r
