Kian's POV
I sat with my mother, Abigail in a study that she had called me to within the Gravehide pack house. The only sound in the tense silence was the sound of the fire crackling in the grate, as I waited for her to unleash the full force of her disappointment on me.
"You're a fool," she said finally, glancing over the rim of her porcelain teacup as she took a sip.
If looks could kill, I would have died on the spot right then and there.
"If this is about Layla," I started with a sigh but my wonderful mother cut me off with a hiss.
"It's not about her, it's about that damn girl that you won't let go," she said, and the word girl carried contempt. "Chelsea is a sickness, a disgusting disease, not a story that bolsters your image as the merciful Alpha. A sickness! Do you
